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A   SELECTION     OF    SACRED    AND     SECULAR     SONGS    FOR 

THE    USE    OF    SCHOOLS,    ACADEMIES,   AND 

THE    SOCIAL    CIRCLE. 


BY  ELIAS  XASOX,  M.  A. 


M  0  say  not,  dream  not  heavenly  notes 

To  childish  ears  are  vain  ; 
That  the  young  mind  at  random  floats, 

And  cannot  reach  the  strain. 
Dim,  or  unheard,  the  words  may  fall, 

And  yet  the  heaven-taught  mind 
May  learn  the  sacred  air,  and  all 

The  harmony  unwind." 


NEWBURYPORT  : 
JOHN  G.  TILTOX  AND  COMPANY. 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1856, 

By  J.  G.  TILT  ON  &  Co. 

In  the  Clerk- s  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of 

Massachusetts. 


andover:  j.  d.  flagg, 
Stereotyper  and  Printer. 


SACRED   SONGS. 


1  Father !  Thy  Paternal  Care. 

Tula — See  Kingsleys  S.  Choir,  vol.  1,  p.  84. 

1  Father  !  Thy  paternal  care 

Has  my  guardian  been  and  guide  ; 
Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 

Has  Thy  hand  of  love  supplied  *, 
Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss, 

Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by ; 
Every  hope  thine  oftpring  is, 

Beaming  from  futurity. 

2  Every  sun  of  splendid  ray  ; 

Every  moon  that  shines  serene ; 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day  ; 

Every  evening's  twilight  scene  ; 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings  ; 

Every  incense  of  Thy  shrine  ; 
These  —  and  all  life's  holiest  things, 

And  its  fairest  —  all  are  Thine. 

3  And  for  all,  my  hymn  shall  rise 

Daily  to  Thy  gracious  throne  ; 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 

Turn  unwearied  —  Kighteous  One  ! 
Through  life's  strange  vicissitude, 

There  reposing  all  my  care, 
Trusting  still,  through  ill  and  good, 

Fixed,  and  cheered,  and  counselled  there. 

Dr.  John  Bowring. 


SACRED    SONGS. 


Hymn  for  the  Opening  of  School. 

[7s.]  Tune—"  EdyjleW 

1  Suppliant,  lo  !  Thy  children  bend, 

Father,  for  Thy  blessing  now ; 

Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend ; 

We  are  weak,  Almighty  Thou. 

2  With  the  peace  Thy  word  imparts, 

Be  the  taught  and  teachers  blest ; 
In  our  lives  and  in  our  hearts, 
Father,  be  Thy  laws  impressed. 

3  Pour  into  each  longing  mind, 

Light  and  pardon  from  above ; 
Charity  for  all  our  kind  — 
Trusting  faith,  and  holy  love. 

Grey. 


Morning  Hymn. 

[L.  M.]  Tune— " Nayton."    "Malvern." 

1  While  nature  welcomes  in  the  day, 
My  heart  its  earliest  vows  would  pay, 
To  Him  whose  care  hath  kindly  kept 
My  life  from  danger  while  I  slept. 

2  His  genial  rays  the  sun  renews  ; 

How  bright  the  scene  with  glittering  dews ! 
The  blushing  flowers  more  beauteous  bloom, 
And  breathe  more  rich  their  sweet  perfume. 

3  So  may  the  Sun  of  righteousness 
With  kindliest  beams  my  bosom  bless, 
Warm  into  life  each  heavenly  seed, 
To  bud  and  bear  some  generous  deed. 


SACRED    SONGS. 


Oh  may  each  day  my  heart  improve, 
Increase  my  faith,  my  hope,  my  love  ; 
And  thus  its  shades  around  me  close, 
More  wise  and  holy  than  I  rose. 

Prof.  Frisbie  * 


Song  of  Praise. 
[H.M.]  Tura— "Lenox? 

1  Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join, 

With  heaven  and  earth  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine, 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light, 
Begin  the  song. 

2  The  shining  worlds  above, 

In  glorious  order  stand  ; 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 
By  His  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came, 
To  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Virgins  and  youths,  engage, 

To  sound  His  praise  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join. 


*  This  accomplished  scholar  was  born  at  Ipswich,  Mass.  in  1784. — 
He  was  appointed  to  the  chair  of  Moral  Philosophy  at  Cambridge,  in 
1817,  and  died  in  1821. 

1* 


SACRED   SONGS. 


Wide  as  He  reigns, 
His  name  be  sung 
By  every  tongue, 

In  endless  strains. 

Dr.  Watts.* 

5  Praise  the  Lord. 

[8s.  &  7s.J  Tune— "  Perez." 

1  Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens  adore  Him ; 

Praise  Him,  angels  in  the  height ; 

Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him ; 

Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light  ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  can  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  His  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name  ! 

Dublin  Coll. 

6  Song  of  the  Jewish  Captives.t 

[10s.]  Tune— "Melton." 

1  Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows, 
Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence  strayed, 

*  Dr.  Isaac  Watts,  the  greatest  lyric  poet  of  his  age,  was  horn  at 
Southampton  in  1674,  and  died  at  Newington  in  1748.  His  "  Psalms 
and  Hymns''  have  had  a  more  extensive  circulation  than  any  other 
work,  excepting  the  Bible,  in  the  English  language, 

f  Vide.    Ps.  cxxxvn. 


SACRED    SONGS. 


While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 

Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  strung, 

When  praise  employed  and  mirth  inspired  the  lay, 
In  mournful  silence,  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious  day. 

3  Our  hard  oppressors,  to  increase  our  woe, 

With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim ; 
Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains,  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Israel's  sons  a  song  of  Zion  raise  ? 
0  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise. 

5  If  e'er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame : 
My  hand  shall  perish,  and  my  voice  shall  cease. 

J.  Barlow. 


7  Universal  Praise. 

[C.  P.  M.]  Tune— " Meribah"    u  Ariel" 

1  Begix,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  the  Almighty's  name  : 
Lo  !  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies. 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  the  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  His  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker  God  ; 

Ye  thunders,  speak  His  power : 


SACRED   SONGS. 


Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  fiery  wing 
In  triumph  walks  the  eternal  King : 
The  astonished  worlds  adore. 

3  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies, 

Praise  Him,  who  bids  you  roll : — 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs  and  sing  ; 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  Him  who  shaped  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
Till  heaven  shall  echo  back  the  sound, 

In  songs  of  holy  joy. 

Ogilvie. 


The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd. 

[lis.]  Tune — " Portuguese  Hymn" 

Vide  also  "  Nason's  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  90. 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know ; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow ; 

Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems  when  op- 
pressed. 


SACRED    SONGS.  9 


2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death  though  I 

stray, 
Since  Thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall  with  my  Comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth  o'er, 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest  my  head ; 
O  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  Providence  more  ? 

4  Let  Goodness  and  Mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee  above ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy  kingdom 
of  love. 

James  Montgomery  * 


I  The  Vicissitudes  of  Providence. 

[C.  M.]  Tune— "  Coventry:'     "Howards." 

1  The  gifts  indulgent  heaven  bestows, 

Are  variously  conveyed  ; 
The  human  mind,  like  nature,  knows 
Alternate  light  and  shade. 

2  While  changing  aspect  all  things  wear, 

Can  we  expect  to  find 
Unclouded  sunshine  all  the  year, 
Or  constant  peace  of  mind  ? 

3  More  gayly  smiles  the  blooming  spring, 

When  wintry  storms  are  o'er ; 
Retreating  sorrow  thus  may  bring 
Delight  unknown  before. 


*  James  Montgomery  was  born  at  Irvine.  Kng.  in  1771.  As  a  com- 
poser of  sacred  lyrics,  he  is  to  be  ranked  with  Addison,  Watts,  lieber, 
etc.    He  died  at  Sheffield,  April  30,  1854. 


10  SACRED    SONGS. 


Then,  mortal !  send  thy  fears  away, 

Nor  sink  in  gloomy  care ; 
Though  clouds  o'erspread  the  scene  to-day, 

To-morrow  may  be  fair. 

Mrs.  Anne  Steele  * 


10  Oh  Blest  Art  Thou. 

[L.  M.]  Tune— « lUa" 

1  Oh  !  blest  art  thou,  whose  steps  may  rove 
Through  the  green  paths  of  vale  and  grove, 
Or,  leaving  all  their  charms  below, 
Climb  the  wild  mountain's  airy  brow ; 

2  For  man  can  show  thee  nought  so  fair, 
As  Nature's  varied  marvels  there  ; 
And  if  thy  pure  and  artless  breast 
Can  feel  their  grandeur,  thou  art  blest ! 

3  For  thee  the  stream  in  beauty  flows, 
For  thee  the  gale  of  summer  blows, 
And,  in  deep  glen  and  wood-walk  free, 
Voices  of  joy  still  breathe  for  thee. 

4  But  happier  far,  if  then,  thy  soul 

Can  soar  to  Him  who  made  the  whole ; 
If  to  thine  eye  the  simplest  flower 
Portray  His  bounty  and  His  power. 


*  This  lady  was  the  daughter  of  a  clergyman  of  Broughton,  in 
Hampshire,  Eng.  Her  first  volume  of  poems  was  published  in  1760, 
under  the  name  of  Theodosia.  Her  writings  were  collected  after  her 
decease,  and  published  in  three  vols,  in  1780.  Her  epitaph  consists 
of  the  following  lines  — 

Silent  the  lyre,  and  dumb  the  tuneful  tongue, 
That  sung  on  earth  her  great  Redeemer's  praise  J 
But  now  in  heaven,  she  joins  the  angelic  throng, 
In  more  harmonious,  more  exalted  lays. 


SACRED    SONGS.  11 


If  heaven  and  earth,  with  beauty  fraught, 
Lead  to  His  throne  thy  raptured  thought ; 
If  there  thou  knowest  his  love  to  read, 
Then,  wanderer,  thou  art  blest  indeed. 

Mrs.  F.  Hemaxs. 


11  The  Voice  of  Creation. 

[L.  M.]  Tune— ;:  Aeritm." 

1  There  seems  a  voice  in  even'  gale, 

A  tongue  in  every  opening  flower, 
,       Which  tells,  O  Lord  !  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  Thy  indulgence,  love  and  power ; 
The  birds  that  rise  on  quivering  wing, 

Appear  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise, 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  Spring, 

To  Thee  a  general  paean  raise. 

2  And  shall  my  voice,  great  God,  alone 

Be  mute  midst  nature's  loud  acclaim  ? 
Nor  let  my  heart  with  answering  tone 

Breathe  forth  in  praise  Thy  holy  name  ? 
And  nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine  ; 

Thou  badst  her  being  bounded  be, 
But  —  matchless  proof  of  love  divine  — 

Thou  gav'st  immortal  life  to  me. 

Mrs.  Amelia  Opie  * 


12  Summer  Evening. 

[P.  M.)  Air—"  Harp  of  the  Wmd" 

1  How  fine  has  the  day  been,  how  bright  was  the  sun  ; 
How  lovely  and  joyful  the  course  that  he  run, 

*  This  elegant  writer  was  born  at  Norwich,  England,  in  1771.  Her 
maiden  name  was  Amelia  Alderson  The  productions  of  her  pen  air 
yery  numerous;  but  her  treatises  on  "  Detraction,"  and  on  "  Lyine,'1 
•re  the  most  generally  known. 


12  SACRED    SONGS. 

Though  he  rose  m  a  mist  when  his  race  he  begun. 
And  there  followed  some  droppings  of  rain  ! 

But  now  the  fair  Traveller's  come  to  the  west, 

His  rays  are  all  gold,  and  his  beauties  are  best ; 

He  paints  the  sky  gay  as  he  sinks  to  his  rest, 
And  foretells  a  bright  rising  again. 

2  Just  such  is  the  Christian  :*  his  course  he  begins 
Like  the  sun  in  a  mist,  when  he  mourns  for  his  sins 
And  melts  into  tears ;  then  he  breaks  out  and  shines, 

And  travels  his  heavenly  way ; 
But,  when  he  comes  nearer  to  finish  his  race, 
Like  a  fine  setting  sun,  he  looks  richer  in  grace, 
And  gives  a  sure  hope  at  the  end  of  his  days, 
Of  rising  in  brighter  array. 

Dr.  Watts. 


13  Our  Destiny. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Naomi:'    "  Acushnet." 

1  Sweet  Day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright ; 

Bridal*  of  earth  and  sky  ! 
The  dews  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night ; 
For  thou,  alas !  must  die. 

2  Sweet  Rose,  in  air  whose  odors  wave, 

And  color  charms  the  eye  ! 
Thy  root  is  ever  in  its  grave, 
And  thou,  alas  !  must  die. 

3  Sweet  Spring,  of  days  and  roses  made, 

Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie  ! 
Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, 
Thou  too,  alas !  must  die. 

*  Vide  Prov.  iv.  18. 


SACRED    BONGS.  13 


4  Be  wise  then,  mortal,  while  you  may, 
For  swiftly  time  is  flying  ; 
The  thoughtless  man  that  laughs  to-day, 
To-morrow  will  be  dying. 

Altered  from  Geo.  Herbert 


14        Watchman !  What  of  the  Night  ?* 

Tune — "  Watchman  tell  us  of  the  Night" 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

"What  its  si^ns  of  promise  are  — 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day  — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  — 
Traveller !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  !  — 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  — 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  night, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  — 
Traveller !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

Dr.  John  Bowring. 

♦Vide  Isaiah  xxi.ll. 


14  BACKED   SONGS. 


15  God  is  Love. 

[5s  &  6s.]        Air— See  Boston  S.  S.  Book,  p.  31. 

1  Lo  !  the  heavens  are  breaking, 

Pure  and  bright  above  ; 
Life  and  light  awaking, 
Murmur  —  "  God  is  love." 

2  Round  yon  pine-clad  mountain 

Flows  a  golden  flood ; 
Hear  the  sparkling  fountain, 
Whisper  —  "  God  is  good." 


Through  the  vale  and  wood, 
Hear  its  ripples  sounding, 
Murmur  —  "  God  is  good." 

4  Music  now  is  ringing 

Through  the  shady  grove, 

Feathered  songsters  singing, 

Warble—  "  God  is  love." 

j  Wake,  my  heart,  and  springing, 
Spread  thy  wings  above, 
Soaring  still  and  singing  — 
God  is  ever  good. 

Anon. 


16  The  Nightingale. 

[L.  M.]     Tune— -See  Kingsley's  S.  Choir,  vol.  I.  p.  88. 

1  When  twilight's  gray  and  pensive  hour 
Brings  the  low  breeze,  and  shuts  the  flower, 
And  bids  the  solitary  star 
Shine  in  pale  beauty  from  afar ; 


SACRED    SONGS.  If 


2  When  gathering  shades  the  landscape  veil, 
And  peasants  seek  their  village-dale, 
And  mists  from  river-wave  arise, 

And  dew  in  every  blossom  lies ; 

3  At  that  calm  hour,  so  still,  so  pale, 
Awakes  the  lonely  nightingale  ; 
And  from  a  hermitage  of  shade, 
Fills  with  her  voice  the  forest-glade. 

4  Father  in  heaven  !  oh  !  thus,  when  day 
With  all  its  cares  hath  passed  away, 
And  silent  hours  waft  peace  on  earth, 
And  hush  the  louder  strains  of  mirth ; 

5  Thus  may  sweet  songs  of  praise  and  prayer, 
To  Thee  my  spirit's  offering  bear ; 

Yon  star,  my  signal,  set  on  high, 
For  vesper-hymns  of  piety. 

6  So  may  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  power, 
Protect  me  through  the  midnight  hour ; 
And  balmy  sleep  and  visions  blest 
Smile  on  Thy  servant's  bed  of  rest. 

Mrs.  F.  Hemahs. 


17  The  Autumn  Evening. 

[C.  *L]  Tune— "  Clarendon"     "Phillips.' 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom; 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low,  the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree  ; 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 


16  SACRED   SONGS. 


3  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud, 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast  ! 
'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind, 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

4  And  now,  above  the  dews  of  night, 

The  yellow  star  appears  ; 
So  faith  springs  in  the  hearts  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

5  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light, 

Its  glories  shall  restore : 
And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death, 
Shall  ope  to  close  no  more. 

Peabody. 


18  Star  of  the  East. 

[10s  &  lis.]  Tune— "  Folsom." 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  j 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  : 


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Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration. 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Bp.  Heber * 


19  The  River  of  Love. 

[L.  M.J  Tune— "  Hamburg."    "  Ashford:' 

1  There  is  a  pure,  a  peaceful  wave, 

That  rolls  around  the  throne  of  love  ; 
Whose  waters  gladden  as  they  lave 
The  bright  and  heavenly  shores  above. 

2  While  streams  which  on  that  tide  depend, 

Steal  from  those  heavenly  shores  away, 
And  on  the  desert  world  descend, 
Over  our  barren  land  to  stray. 

3  The  Pilgrim  faint,  and  near  to  sink, 

Beneath  his  load  of  earthly  wo, 
Refreshed  beneath  its  verdant  brink, 
Rejoices  in  its  gentle  flow. 

4  There,  oh  my  soul,  do  thou  repose, 

And  hover  o'er  the  hallowed  spring, 
To  drink  the  crystal  wave  ;  and  there 
To  lave  thy  wounded,  weary  wing. 

5  It  may  be  that  the  waft  of  love 

Some  leaves  on  that  pure  tide  hath  driven, 
Which  passing  from  the  shores  above 
Hath  floated  down  to  us  from  heaven. 


*  This  truly  excellent  diviDe  and  poet  was  born   at  Malpas,  Efvr 
April  21.  1783,  and  died  at  Calcutta  in  185*5.     ••  Wherever  the  Eng- 
lish language  is  Known,  his  beautiful  poems  are  cherished,  not  only 
for  their  surpassing  poetical  merits,  but  for  the  pure  spirit  of  devo- 
tion of  which  they  are  the  utterance." 

2* 


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So  shall  thy  wants  and  woes  be  healed, 
By  the  blest  influence  they  bring, 

So  thy  parched  lips  shall  be  unsealed, 
Thy  Saviour's  worthy  name  to  sing. 


20  Invitation  to  Prayer. 

[lis  &  10s.]  Tune — "  Come,  ye  Disconsolate" 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  languish ; 

Come,  at  the  shrine  of  God,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish ; 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure ; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying, 
"  Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

Anon. 


21  Aspiration  for  Heaven. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—'-  Elliot,"  by  Mehul 

1  The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 

When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idle  warblers  roam. 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadows  dim  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  God,  from  every  care 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 


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Aloft  through  virtue's  purer  air 
To  hold  my  course  to  Thee ; 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 
My  soul,  as  home  she  springs  ; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  in  her  wings. 


T.  Moore. 


22  The  Stream  of  Life. 

[7s.]  Tuxe— *  Norwich: 

1  Gently  glides  the  stream  of  life, 

Oft  along  the  flowery  vale, 
Or  impetuous,  down  the  cliff ; 
Kushing  roars,  when  storms  assail. 

2  'Tis  an  ever-varied  flood, 

Always  rolling  to  its  sea, 
Slow,  or  swift,  or  mild,  or  rude, 
Tending  to  eternity. 


23  The  Fount  of  Glory. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tune—"  Greenville." 

Vide  Xason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  89. 

1  Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Sordid  hopes  and  vain  desires, 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 

Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 
From  the  fount  of  glory  beaming, 

Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes ; 
Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 

Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 


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2  Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  V 
Every  pure  and  humble  mind ; 
Every  kindred  tongue  and  nation, 
From  the  stains  of  guilt  refined. 
Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none, 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 
From  the  fountain  of  His  throne. 

Miss  Jane  Taylor.* 


24  Parting  Song. 

[7s.]  Tune  —  "Isle  of  Beauty:' 

1  When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls  ; 

And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth  and  fame  are  laid, 

Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again  ! 

*  This  highly  amiable  and  intellectual  lady  was  the  daughter  of 
the  Rev.  Mr.  Taylor  of  Colchester  She  was  born  in  1783,  and  lived 
until  April  1823.  Her  "  Poems  for  Infant  Minds,"  and  u  Rhymes 
for  the  Nursery,"  have  rendered  her  name  a  general  favorite  with 
the  young. 


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25  God  in  Every  Thing. 

[L.  M.]       Tune— •'  Rockingham."     "  All  Saints." 

1  There's  nothing  bright  above,  below, 
From  flowers  that  bloom,  to  stars  that  glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 

Some  feature,  glorious  God,  of  Thee. 

2  There's  nothing  dark,  below,  above, 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  Thy  love ; 
And  meekly  wait  that  moment,  when 
Thv  touch  shall  turn  all  bright  asain. 

T.  Moore. 


26  Morning  Hymn.* 

[L.  11]  Turns—"  Hamburg." 

1  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

I  safely  passed  the  silent  night : 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be  ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  Thee. 

3  O,  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread  ; 

And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 

"When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 


*  This  hymn  was  composed  about  a  month  before  the  author's 
death  in  1773,  and  dictated  to  Mrs.  Hawkesworth,  before  he  rose  in 
the  morning. 


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4  A  deeper  shade  shall  soon  impend, 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 
Yet  then  Thy  strength  shall  still  defend ; 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes ; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day  ! 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies ! 

John  Hawkesworth, 


27  National  Hymn. 

[6s.  &  4s.]  Tune—"  America," 

1  My  country  !  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing. 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride  ; 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country !  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love. 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  through  all  the  trees ; 

Sweet  freedom's  song  : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


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4  Our  fathers'  God !  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty  ! 

To  Thee  we  sing. 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright, 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 
Great  God,  our  King ! 

S.  F.  Smith. 


28  The  Spirits  of  Bliss. 

[lis.]  Tune — a  How  cheering  the  thought" 

1  How  cheering  the  thought,  that  the  spirits  of  bliss 
Will  bow  their  bright  wings  to  a  world  such  as  this ; 
Will  leave  the  sweet  joys  of  the  mansions  above, 
To  breathe  o'er  our  bosoms  some  message  of  love. 

2  They  come  on  the  wings  of  the  morning,  they  come, 
Impatient  to  lead  some  poor  wanderer  home, 
Some  pilgrim  to  snatch  from  this  stormy  abode, 
And  lay  him  to  rest  in  the  arms  of  his  God. 

A.  Cunningham. 


29  The  Land  of  the  Blest. 

[lis  12s.]  Air — "  The  last  link  is  broken." 

1   The  sunset  is  calm  on  the  face  of  the  deep, 

And  bright  is  the  last  look  of  day  in  the  west ; 
And  broadly  the  beams  of  its  parting  glance  sweep, 
Like  the  path  that  conducts  to  the  Land  of  the 
Blest. 
All  golden  and  green  is  the  sea,  as  it  flows 
In  billows  just  heaving  its  tide  to  the  shore, 


24  SACRED   SONGS. 


And  crimson  and  blue  is  the  sky  as  it  glows, 
With  colors  that  tell  us  that  daylight  is  o'er. 

2  The  last  line  of  light  is  now  crossing  the  sea, 

And  the  first  star  is  lighting  its  lamp  in  the  sky. 
It  seems  that  a  sweet  voice  is  calling  to  me, 

Like  a  bird  on  that  pathway  of  brightness  to  fly. 
Far,  far  o'er  the  wave  is  a  green  sunny  isle, 

Where  the  last  cloud  of  evening  now  shines  in 
the  west ; 
'Tis  the  island  that  spring  ever  woos  with  her  smile ; 
O !  seek  it,  the  bright,  happy  Land  of  the  Blest. 


30  A  Funeral  Hymn.* 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tune—"  Mount  Vernon: 

1  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 

But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us — 

He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled  ; 


*  Originally  written  on  the  occasion  of  the  death  of  Miss  M.  J.  C.; 
a  member  of  the  Mount  Vernon  School,  Boston,  July  13, 1833.  The 
music  is  by  Lowell  Mason. 


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Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


81  Heaven. 

[8s  &  4s.]  Air—"  Near  the  Lake" 

1  Like  a  dream  when  one  awaketh, 

Vanished  away, 
Earthly  joy  the  heart  forsaketh, 

Doomed  to  decay. 
But  when  flesh  and  spirit  faileth, 

Heaven  grows  more  dear ; 
And  when  grief  the  heart  assaileth, 

O,  shed  no  tear  ! 

2  Dearest  hopes  and  joys  may  perish, 

Lost  in  an  hour ; 
All  the  love  the  heart  can  cherish, 

May  lose  its  power. 
When  the  storm  is  gathering  o'er  thee, 

Do  not  despair ; 
Heaven  can  every  joy  restore  thee, 

More  pure  and  fair. 

3  Mid  thy  gloom  and  desolation, 

Whe ne'er  they  come, 
For  thy  peace  and  consolation, 

Think  of  thy  home  ; 
There  thy  joys  shall  last  forever, 

Changeless  and  bright ; 
Clouds  shall  dim,  0  never,  never, 

That  world  of  light. 

Mrs.  M.  S.  B.  Dana.* 


*  Of  Charleston,  S.  C,  authoress  of  the  M  Northern  and  the  South- 
ern Harp, :'  and  other  lyrical  publications. 
3 


26  SACRED   SONGS. 




>Z  The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Cephas:' 

See  also  Nason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  61. 

1  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye : 

2  Hark !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  glen  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  : 
When  suddenly,  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease, 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forever  more, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

H.  K.  White. 


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(3  Early  Piety. 

[CM.]  Tune— "  Riverton." 

See  also  Nason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book,,;  p.  131. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's*  shady  rill, 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  youth  whose  early  feet, 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  inlluence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God  ! 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

The  lily  must  decay. 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage  ! 

5  0  Thou  who  giv'st  us  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

Br.  Hjeber. 


*  This  fountain  issues  from  a  rock .  twenty  or  thirty  feet  below  the 
surface  of  the  ground,  near  the  Booth-East  corner  of  the  city  of  Jeru- 
salem. "  It  flows  out  \tirhout  a  single  murmur,  and  appears  clear  as 
crystal.     From  ihlfl  place  it  wade  renl  rodfl  under  the 

mountain,  then  makes  itfl  appearance  with  a  gentle  gargling,  and 
forming  a  beautiful  rill,  takes  its  way  down  into  the  Talley,  toward-. 
the  South-East. 


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34  Contentment. 

[C.  M.]  Tune— "  Noaml" 

Vide  also  "  Nason's  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  64. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free, 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  O,  let  the  hope  that  Thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  — 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

Mrs.  Anne  Steele. 


35  The  Invitation. 

[7s,  6s  &  4s.]       Air—"  Thou.  Thou  reign'st,"  etc. 

1  Soft,  soft  music  is  stealing, 

Sweet,  sweet  lingers  the  strain ; 
Loud,  loud,  now  it  is  pealing, 
Waking  the  echoes  again, 

Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  _ 
Waking  the  echoes  again. 

2  Join,  join,  children  of  sadness, 

Send,  send  sorrow  away; 


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Now,  now,  changing  to  gladness, 
AVarble  a  beautiful  lay. 
Yes.  yes,  yes.  yes, 
Warble  a  beautiful  lay. 

Hope,  hope,  fair  and  enduring  ; 

Joy,  joy,  bright  as  the  day  ; 
Love,  love,  heaven  ensuring, 
Sweetly  invite  you  away. 

Yes.  yes.  yes.  yes, 
Sweetly  invite  vou  away. 

Mrs.  M.  S.  B.  Dana. 


36  Evening. 

[7s.]  Air — u  Go,  forget  me" 

Tide  also  "  Nason's  Vocal  Class  Book,r  p.  63. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day, 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  Thee. 

2  Soon  for  us,  the  light  of  day, 
Shall  forever  pass  away  : 
Then  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

Epis.  Coll. 

37  Constant  Devotion. 

[CM.]     Tuhb— "Enfield."     "Antiochr     by  Handel 

1  Before  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
To  Thee,  my  God,  I'll  sing, 
Awake,  my  soft  and  tuneful  lyre, 
Awake  ea<-h  charming  string. 
3* 


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2  Awake,  and  let  the  flowing  strains 

Glide  through  the  midnight  air, 
While  high  amid  the  silent  orbs, 
The  silver  moon  rolls  clear. 

3  So  when  the  starry  night  returns, 

Or  smiling  day  renews, 
Thy  constant  goodness  still  my  soul 
With  benefit  pursues. 

4  For  this,  I'll  midnight  vows  to  Thee 

With  early  incense  bring, 
And,  ere  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
Thy  lofty  praises  sing. 


38  The  Bright  Sun  is  Rising. 

[12s  &  lis.]  Air—"  Araby's  Daughter:' 

1   O,  joy  to  thee,  joy  to  thee,  daughter  of  sorrow  ! 

Attune  thy  sweet  voice  to  a  rapturous  lay ; 
The  bright  sun  is  rising  to  cheer  thee  to-morrow, 

And  night's  gloomy  darkness  is  fading  away. 
The  Friend  of  the  friendless,  the  life  of  the  dying, 

The  joy  of  the  heart-broken  mourner  is  He ; 
Now  praises  for  weeping,  and  gladness  for  signing, 

And  garments  of  promise  He's  off 'ring  to  thee. 

1   Come,  mourners,  and  bathe  in  the  life-giving  waters, 
Which  ever  are  springing  exhaustless  and  pure  ; 
Now  banish  your  sorrows,  Jerusalem's  daughters  ; 

Here  peaceful  and  safe  you  may  dwell  evermore. 
Here's  beauty  and  glory,  all  glory  excelling  : 

The  Father's  bright  image  expressed  in  the  Son  ! 
All  mercy  and  peace  in  the  Saviour  is  dwelling, 
And  they  must  be  blest  whom  he  claims  as  his 
own. 

Mrs.  M.  S.  B.  Dana. 


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39  Support  in  Death. 

[7s  &  4s.J  Turns—"  Wicklow?  by  Florio. 

1  When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 

Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way ; 

Break  the  shadows, 

Usher  in  eternal  day. 

2  Upward  from  this  dying  state, 

Bid  my  waiting  soul  aspire, 
Open  Thou  the  crystal  gate, 
To  Thy  praise  attune  my  lyre. 
Then  triumphant, 
I  will  join  the  immortal  choir. 

Mrs.  Gilbert 


40  Hymn  for  the  New  Year. 

[7s.]  Tune — "  Benevento" 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here ; 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
AVe  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find, 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  — 


32  SACRED   SONGS. 


Swiftly  thus,  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream. 

Lord,  our  expectations  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past,  receive ; 

Pardon  for  our  sins  renew  ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  by  faith  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 
May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

Key.  John  Newton. 


41  Go,  when  the  Morning  Shineth. 

[7s  &  6s.]     Air — "  '2Ys  dawn,  the  lark  is  singing" 

1  Go,  when  the  morning  shineth, 

Go,  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go,  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go,  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go,  with  a  holy  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And  in  thy  chamber  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Call  those  to  mind  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee, 
Pray  too  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be ; 
Then  for  thyself  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
Joining  with  each  petition, 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 


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Or  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee, 

When  friends  are  in  thy  way  ; 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  raised  above, 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  He  presides  with  love. 

0  !  not  a  joy  or  blessing, 

With  this  can  we  compare ; 
He  gave  the  power  within  us, 

That  we  might  live  with  prayer ! 
Whene'er  thou  pin'st  in  sadness, 

Down  at  his  footstool  fall. 
Call  to  thy  mind  with  gladness, 

His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 

Edix.  Lit.  Review. 


12  True  Happiness.* 

[C.  P.  M.]  Tune— "Ariel." 

1  If  solid  happines  we  prize, 
Within  our  breast  the  jewel  lies, 

Xor  need  we  roam  abroad  ; 
The  world  has  little  to  bestow, 
From  pious  hearts  our  joys  must  flow, 

Hearts  that  delight  in  God. 

2  To  be  resigned  when  ills  betide, 
Patient  when  favors  are  denied, 

And  pleased  with  favors  given  — 
This  is  the  wise,  the  pious  part. 
This  is  that  incense  of  the  heart, 

Whose  fragrance  reaches  heaven. 


*  Extracted  from  The  Fireside,  one  of  the  most  beautiful  d 
jjictures  in  our  language. 


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3  Thus  through  life's  changing  scenes  well  go, 
Its  chequered  paths  of  joy  and  wo 

With  holy  care  we'll  tread  ; 
Quit  its  vain  scenes  without  a  tear, 
Without  a  trouble  or  a  fear, 
And  mingle  with  the  dead. 

Dr.  Nathanael  Cotton. 


43  Time. 

[7s  &  6s.]  Tune—" Amsterdam" 

1  Time  is  winging  us  away, 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day  — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away, 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day  — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty,  soon  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

Burton. 


44  Birth  of  the  Saviour.* 

[L.  M.]  Tune— «  Belleville:' 

1  Arrayed  in  clouds  of  golden  light, 

More  bright  than  heaven's  resplendent  bow, 

*  Vide  Luke  ii.  8, 9. 


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Jehovah's  angel  came  by  night, 

To  bless  the  sleeping  world  below ; 
How  soft  the  music  of  his  tongue  ! 
How  sweet  the  hallowed  strains  he  sung ! 

Good  will  henceforth  to  man  be  given, 
The  light  of  glory  beams  on  earth  ; 

Let  angels  tune  the  harps  of  heaven, 
And  saints  below  rejoice  with  mirth : 

On  Bethlehem's  plains  the  shepherds  sing, 

And  Judah's  children  hail  their  king. 

T.  Moore. 


45  Sowing  and  Reaping. 

[C.  ML]  Tune— "  Brattle  Street" 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 

For  those  with  care  oppressed, 
When  sighs  and  sorrowing  fears  shall  cease, 

And  all  be  hushed  to  rest 
'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 

And  doubts  that  here  annoy, 
Then  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

2  There  is  an  hour  of  sweet  repose, 

When  storms  assail  no  more, 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 

On  that  celestial  shore. 
There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy, 
There  they  that  oft  have  sown  in  tear 

Shall  reap  eternal  joy. 

W.  B.  Tappak. 

*  *  They  that  eow  in  tears,  snail  reap  in  joy.''— Pe.  cxrri.  15. 


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46  Meekness. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Ashwell"    "  Nason." 

Vide  "  Sacred  Harp." 

1  Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 

Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 

2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 

No  storms  his  peaceful  tent  invade, 
He  rests  beneath  Jehovah's  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  all  meek,  all  mild, 

Inspire  our  hearts,  our  souls  possess ; 
Repel  each  passion,  rude  and  wild, 
And  bless  us,  as  we  aim  to  bless. 

Scott, 


47  An  Emblem  of  Life. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Silver  Lake? 

Vide  Nason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  78. 

1  See  how,  beneath  the  moonbeam's  smile, 

Yon  little  billow  heaves  its  breast, 
And  foams  and  sparkles  for  awhile ; 
And,  murmuring,  then  subsides  to  rest. 

2  Thus  man,  the  sport  of  bliss  and  care, 

Rises  on  Time's  eventful  sea ; 
And  having  swelled  a  moment  there, 
Thus  melts  into  eternity. 

T.  Moore. 


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48  Missionary  Hymn. 

[L.  B£]  Tune— :;  Missionary  Chant"* 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds,  20  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire  — 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire ; 
Bid  raging  waves  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more ; 

Meet  —  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

Pratt's  Coll. 


49  Early  Death, 

[L.  ML]  Tune— ::  PleyeVs  Hymn:' 

1  So  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, 
Frail,  smiling  solace  of  an  hour, 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art, 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart  ? 
Spirit  of  grace,  be  ever  nigh, 
Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die ; 


If  the  H  Psaltery,"  p.  91.      The  Music,  by  C.  Zeuner,  id  one  of 
the  noblest  "'Chorals"  ever  composed. 
4 


38  SACRED   SONGS. 


3  Bid  gentle  patience  smile  on  pain, 
Till  dying  hope  shall  live  again, 
Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

Mrs.  Anne  Steele, 


50  How  Blest  the  Sacred  Tie. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Hamburg:1     «  Ashford:' 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  and  faith,  and  hopes  are  one* 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within, 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin. 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  shall  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face ; 

How  high,  how  strong,  their  raptures  swell, 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy  —  because  of  love. 

Mrs.  L.  Barbaulh. 


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51  Morning  Invocation. 

[7s.]        Tube — "  Wilmot"     u  Telemans  Clixint.' 

1  Sleep  forsake  us !  may  the  soul 

Gladden  in  its  Maker's  sight ; 
As  the  clouds  that  o'er  us  roll, 
Sparkle  in  the  morning  light. 

2  God  of  life  !  be  Thou  the  ray 

Of  our  dim  and  wandering  course, 
Light  us,  as  the  Star  of  day, 
On  to  truth's  eternal  source. 


52  Our  Native  Land. 

[6s  &4s.]  Tum-^ t'Dort.* 

See  also  the  "Vocalist,"  p.  130. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land, 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ! 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save, 

By  Thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise, 
To  God  above  the  skies ; 

On  Him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  hast  heard  each  sigh, 
Watching  each  weeping  eye, 
Be  Thou  forever  nigh  : 

God  save  the  State. 


40  SACRED   SONGS. 


3  Bless  then  our  native  land, 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ! 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save, 
By  Thy  great  might. 


53  Hymn  of  Triumph. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Migdol."    "  Missionary  Chant." 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise, 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies  — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's ! 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  Thee  ! 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  Thy  reign ! 

3  O,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell  — 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Pratt's  Coll. 


54  The  Convent  Bell. 

[6s  &  5s.]  Air — "  Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell" 

1  Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell, 
On  the  winds  stealing, 
List  to  the  convent  bell, 
Mournfully  pealing. 


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Hark,  hark,  it  seems  to  say, 
As  melt  the  sounds  away, 
So  life's  best  joys  decay, 
Whilst  new  their  feeling. 

2  Now  through  the  charmed  air, 

Slowly  ascending, 
List  to  the  chanted  prayer, 

Solemnly  blending. 
Hark,  hark,  it  seems  to  say  — 
Turn  from  earth's  joys  away, 
To  those  which  ne'er  decay, 

Though  life  is  ending. 


00  I  Would  not  Live  Alway .* 

[lis  &  12s.]  Tune—1'  See  So.  Choir,  vol.  1.  p.  81. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  o'er  the  dark  way  ; 
The  few  lucid  moments  that  dawn  on  us  here, 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no  —  welcome  the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven  —  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  liow  o'er  the  bright 

plains. 
And  the  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns. 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet; 

*  Vide  Job.  vii.  16. 


42  SACRED   SONGS. 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

MUHLENBURG. 


56  Invocation  for  Celestial  Light. 

[1  Os.]  Tune  —  "  Savannah." 

1  O  thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides, 
Whose  voice  created  and  whose  wisdom  guides, 
On  darkling  man,  in  pure  effulgence  shine, 

And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine. 

2  'Tis  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast, 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest ; 

From  Thee,  great  God,  we  spring,  to  Thee  we  tend ; 
Path,  Motive,  Guide,  Original  and  End. 

Dr.  S.  Johnson. 


57  The  Voice  of  Mercy.* 

[8s,  7s  &  4s.]  Tune— u  Zion." 

1  Traveller  !  dost  thou  hear  the  tidings 

Borne  unto  thy  weary  ear, 
Soft  as  angel's  gentlest  whispers, 
Breathing  from  the  upper  sphere, 

Sweetly  telling. 
Thy  redemption  now  is  near  ? 

2  In  the  desert's  gloomy  terrors, 

'Mid  the  tempest's  booming  roar, 
Hark !  the  still  small  voice  of  mercy, 


*  This  beautiful  hymn  was  dictated  by  Dr.  Woodhull  to  a  friend, 
during  his  last  illness,  and  but  a  short  time  previous  to  his  decease. 


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Breaking  from  von  peaceful  shore, 

Sweetly  telling, 
All  thy  toil  will  soon  be  o'er. 

Mortal !  when  death's  viewless  arrow, 

Quivers  in  thy  fluttering  heart, 
Lift  thy  earnest  thoughts  to  Jesus, 
Who  disarms  the  fatal  dart ; 

Sweetly  telling, 
I,  to  thee  my  peace  impart. 

Dr.  Woodhull. 


58  Valle  Cruris  * 

[L.  ML]  Air— :i  Silver  Lake:' 

Vide  Xason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  78. 

1  Vale  of  the  Cross,  the  Shepherds  tell, 
'Tis  sweet  within  thy  woods  to  dwell, 
For  there  are  sainted  shadows  seen, 
That  frequent  haunt  the  dewy  green. 


The  convent  bell  with  spirits  rung, 
And  matin  hymns  and  vesper  prayer, 
Break  softly  on  the  tranquil  air. 

3  Vale  of  the  Cross,  the  Shepherds  tell 
'Tis  sweet  within  thy  woods  to  dwell, 
For  peace  has  there  her  spotless  throne, 
And  pleasure  to  the  world  unknown  — 

4  The  murmurs  of  the  distant  rills, 
The  Sabbath  silence  of  the  hills ; 
And  all  the  quiet  God  hath  given, 
Without  the  golden  gates  of  heaven. 

William  RoscoE.-f 

*  Valley  of  the  Cross. 
t  Author  of  the  "  Life  of  Leo  Xth,;'  and  other  valuable  works. 


44  SACRED   SONGS. 


59  Solitude. 

[C.  M.]  Air — "  Sul  margin  cP  un  rio?    Phillips. 

1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  Thus  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray        \ 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  Brown. 


60  God  is  Love. 

[L.  P.  M.]  Tune—"  Hingham.v 


l 


The  humblest  flower  that  decks  the  vale, 
The  gloomiest  cypress  of  the  grove  — 

The  breath  of  heaven  their  leaves  inhale, 
And  whisper  back  that  "  God  is  love." 

Streams  speak  His  praises  as  they  flowj 

And  winds  soft  hallelujah's  blow. 


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61  Resignation. 

[C.  M.j  Tune— "  Thy  will  be  done." 

Tide  Kingsley's  "  Social  Choir,"  vol.  1. 

1  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

To  God,  the  holy  One,  / 

With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
"  O  God,  thy  will  be  done." 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled  mind, 
And  bid  all  care  be  still. 

3  O,  let  that  will  which  gave  me  breath, 

And  an  immortal  soul, 
In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death, 
My  every  wish  control. 

4  O,  could  my  heart  thus  ever  pray, 

Thus  imitate  Thy  Son  ! 
Teach  me,  O  God,  with  truth  to  say, 
Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 

Mrs.  Follex * 


02  Morning  Hymn. 

[L.  M.J  Tune—"  Park  Street:* 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  Stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

*  Authoress  of  the  "  Well-Spent  Ilour,''  etc. 


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2  Illumined  by  the  light  divine, 
Let  thy  own  light  to  others  shine ; 
Reflect  all  heaven's  propitious  rays, 
In  ardent  love  and  cheerful  praise. 

3  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  like  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

4  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Bishop  Ken. 


3  Forgiveness.* 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Quito."    "  Retreat." 

1  Forgive  thy  foes  ;  —  nor  that  alone ; 

Their  evil  deeds  wTith  good  repay, 

Fill  those  with  joy  who  leave  thee  none, 

And  kiss  the  hand  upraised  to  slay. 

2  So  does  the  fragrant  sandal  bow, 

In  meek  forgiveness  to  its  doom ; 
And  o'er  the  axe,  at  every  blow, 
Sheds  in  abundance  rich  perfume. 

Herbert  Knowles. 


*  Translated  from  the  Persian. 


I 


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0-t  God's  Compassion. 

[S.  M.]  Tun- "Boykton." 

Vide  Xason's  M  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  158. 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  His  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  by  every  breath  ; 

His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 

Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower, 
When  blasting  winds  sweep  o'er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Dr.  Watts. 


Our  Guiding'  Star. 

[C  M.j  Tune— ::  Andover."     -  Dyrdr 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 

"With  mild,  benignant  ray. 
The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  bed 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 


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2  But  lo !  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Now  points  to  his  abode ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
To  guide  us  to  our  Lord. 

3  O  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Be  rugged  wilds  or  flowery  meads, 
The  Christian's  destined  way. 

4  O  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path, 

While  light  and  grace  are  given ; 
Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 

Spirit  of  the  Psalms, 


66  Hymn  at  Sunset. 

[7s  &  6s.]  Tune— «  Romaine." 

1  The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 
Serenely  down  the  west ; 
So  every  care  subsiding, 
My  soul  would  sink  to  rest, 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 
The  day-light's  gentle  close ; 
May  angels,  round  me  singing, 
Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 

Her  crystal  lamp  on  high ; 
So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendor  dawning, 

To-morrow's  light  shall  break ; 


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O  !  on  the  last  bright  morning, 
May  I  in  glory  wake. 

Jour,  of  the  Flushing  Institute. 


67  The  Lark. 

[8s  &  7s.]      Tune—"  See  Juv.  S.  School"  p.  122. 

1  Lo  !  the  blithesome  lark  is  soaring, 

Far  away  through  morning  skies  ; 
Songs  of  grateful  gladness  pouring, 
Higher,  higher,  see  him  rise. 

2  Every  mountain  altar  blazes : 

Incense  sweet  to  heaven  ascends  : 
Meadows  waft  their  silent  praises ; 
Every  flower  adoring  bends. 

3  Man  !  awake  from  heavy  slumbers, 

Morning  breaks  serenely  bright ; 
Songs  of  praise  in  tuneful  numbers, 
liaise  to  Him  who  rules  the  night. 


68  Hope. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Rosedale."    >;  Retreat" 

1  There  is  a  mild  and  tranquil  light 

Which  sheds  its  gentle  influence  round, 
Ere  day  recedes  and  solemn  night 
In  silent  stillness  reigns  profound. 

2  In  darkness  mingling  with  the  ray 

Which  lingers  still  on  evening's  breast, 
That  gives  this  tinge  of  sober  gray, 
And  lulls  the  balmy  air  to  rest. 


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3  Just  such  a  light,  so  sweet,  so  clear, 
Sheds  its  soft  influence  on  the  mind, 
When  Heaven  in  pity  pours  the  balm 
Of  holy  hope  on  hearts  resigned. 


>9  Habitual  Devotion. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Brattle  Street." 

1  While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  — 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed  — 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear 
Because  conferred  by  Thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 

G  My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 


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My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  — 
That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

Helen  M.  Williams 


70  The  Happy  Home. 

[L.  ML]  Tun— i;  See  So.  Chair,  vol.  1.  p.  142. 

1  The  rose  that  blooms  in  Sharon's  vale,* 

And  scents  the  purple  morning  breath. 
May  in  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

And  bend  its  crimson  head  in  death ; 
And  earth's  bright  ones,  amid  the  tomb, 

May,  like  the  blushing  rose,  decay : 
But  still  the  mind,  the  mind  shall  bloom, 

When  time  and  nature  fade  away. 

2  And  there,  amid  a  holier  sphere, 

Where  the  archangel  bows  in  awe, 
There  sits  the  King  of  glory  near, 

And  executes  his  perfect  law. 
The  ransomed  of  the  earth,  with  joy, 

Shall  in  their  robes  of  beauty  come  ; 
And  find  a  rest,  without  alloy, 

Amid  the  Christian's  happy  home. 


71  The  Saviour's  Sorrow. 

[lis.]  Air—-  What  fairy-like  musky 

1   Thou  sweet-gliding  Cedromf  by  thy  silver  stream, 
Our  Saviour  would  linger  in  moonlight's  soft 
beam; 

*  Vide  Cunt.  ii.  1. 
t  This  streamlet  runs  through  the  valley  between  Jerusalem  an- 1 
the  Mount  of  Olives,  and  the 

late  hilLs,  through  the  desert  of  Jft.  Saba,  discharges  itself  into  the 
Dead  £ea. 


52  SACRED    SONGS. 


And  by  thy  bright  waters,  till  midnight  would  stay, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head ; — 
How  hard  was  his  pillow  —  how  humble  his  bed; 
The  angels  beholding,  amazed  at  the  sight, 
Attended  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 

3  O  garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honored  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 
The  theme,  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above, 
The  triumph  of  sorrow  —  the  triumph  of  love. 

4  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him  —  come  bow  at  his  feet ! 
O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 

Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 

And  join  the  full  chorus,  that  gladdens  the  skies. 


72  Prayer  for  Divine  Guidance. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tune—"  Greenville" 

1  Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  that  await  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 


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When  our  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest : 

Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  amons  the  blest. 


73  The  Prince  Salvation. 

[12s  lis  6  8s.]  Ti-xe— ,;  Burlingtonr 

1  The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  riding. 

And  glory  attends  him  along  his  bright  way; 
The  news  of  his  grace  on  the  breezes  are  gliding. 
And  nations  are  owning  his  sway. 

2  Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquering  Saviour  : 

Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to  thy  reign  : 
Acknowledge  thy  goodness,  entreat  for  thy  favor, 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 

3  Then  loud  shall  ascend  from  each  sanctified  nation. 

The  voice  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise  ; 
And  heaven  shall  re-echo  the  song  of  salvation. 
In  rich  and  melodious  la 

S.  F.  Smith. 

JLJIlI  VZT 

74  Love  is  the  Golden  Chain. 
[CM.]  Tuhe— "Iddo."    "0 

1  How*  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word. 

2  0  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  be^ar  a  part  : 
5* 


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May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven,  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Swain. 


75  Our  Light  and  Guide. 

[7s.]  Air—"  Fresh  and  Strong." 

1  See  the  gleams  of  daylight  swim 
On  the  heaving  ocean's  brim ! 
Now  the  waves  are  gilded  o'er 
With  the  golden  beams  still  more. 
See !  the  gathering  lustre  shines 
On  the  mountain's  loftiest  pines  : 
And  the  far-off  village  spires 
Redden  in  the  kindling  fires. 

2  God  hath  made  the  sun  to  shine  — 
Image  of  his  love  divine ; 

Thus  his  rays  of  mercy  fall 
Liberally  alike  on  all ; 
Thus  he  lights  our  happy  way 
Through  the  labors  of  the  day  — 
And  when  all  our  cares  are  past, 
Guides  us  to  his  rest  at  last. 


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76       From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains.* 

[7s  &  6s.]  Tune—"  Missionary  Hymn" 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  — 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  !  — 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn : 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high  — 
Shall  we  to  man  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ?  — 
Salvation  !  —  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

-i  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 
It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 


*  Written  on  the  eve  of  the  author's  departure  from  England  to 
Calcutta. 


56  SACRED   SONGS. 


Till,  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


Br.  Heber. 


77  The  Pure  in  Heart. 


[S.  M.]  Tune—"  OlmutzP    "Mornington: 

1  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  our  God ; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 
Their  soul  is  his  abode. 

2  Still,  to  the  lowly  soul 

He  doth  himself  impart, 
And,  for  his  temple  and  his  throne, 
Selects  the  pure  in  heart. 


78  Heaven. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Lanesboro.'1 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast  — 

'Tis  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  :  — 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven  ; 

..  4 

*  Vide  Matt.  v.  8. 


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Then  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ; 
It  views  the  tempest  pawing  by. 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

W.  B.  Tappan  * 


79  Tyrolese  Evening  Hymn. 

[6s  &  7s.]  Air — ;;  Come  to  the  sunset  treeP 

1  Come  to  the  sunset  tree  ! 

The  day  is  past  and  gone ; 
The  woodman's  axe  lies  free. 

And  the  reapers'  work  is  done. 
The  twilight  star  to  heaven. 

And  the  summer  dew  to  flowers, 
And  rest  to  us  is  given 

By  the  cool,  soft  evening  hours. 

2  Sweet  is  the  hour  of  rest ! 

Pleasant  the  wood's  low  sigh, 
And  the  gleaming  of  the  v. 

And  the  turf  whereon  we  lie. 
When  the  burden  and  the  heat 

Of  labor's  task  are  o'er, 
And  kindly  voices  greet 

The  tired  one  at  his  door. 


•  Born  in  Beverly  M  •  -  -  lied  in  1S49. 


58  SACRED    SONGS. 


3  Yes,  tuneful  is  the  sound 

That  dwells  in  whispering  boughs  ; 
Welcome  the  freshness  round, 

And  the  gale  that  fans  our  brows. 
But  rest  more  sweet  and  still 

Than  ever  night-fall  gave, 
Our  longing  hearts  shall  fill 

In  the  world  beyond  the  grave. 

4  There  shall  no  tempest  blow, 

No  scorching  noontide  beat ; 
There  shall  be  no  more  snow, 

No  weary,  wandering  feet ; 
So  we  lift  our  trusting  eyes 

From  the  hills  our  fathers  trod, 
To  the  quiet  of  the  skies, 

To  the  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

Mrs.  F.  Hemans. 


80  Saturday  Evening. 

[7s.]  Tune — "  Safely  through  another  week." 

1  Safely  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

On  the  approaching  Sabbath  day ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  Mercies,  multiplied  each  hour, 

Through  the  week  our  praise  demand ; 
Guarded  by  thy  mighty  power, 

Fed  and  guided  by  thy  hand, 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  night  in  thee. 


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3  When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise, 
May  we  feel  thy  presence  near  ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

When  we  in  thy  house  appear  ; 
Blest  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

Christian  Psalmist. 


81  Heaven. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Arlington:'     "  Albion:' 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ;  — 

3  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Dr.  Watts. 

82  Trust  in  Providence. 

[C  M.]  Tune—"  rFhe  Pilot." 

1   O  pilot,  'tis  a  fearful  night ; 
There's  danger  on  the  deep, 
I'll  come  and  pace  the  deck  with  thee  — 
I  do  not  dare  to  sleep. 


60  SACRED   SONGS. 


"  Go  down,"  the  sailor  cried,  "  go  down  ; 

This  is  no  place  for  thee  ; 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  mayest  be." 

2  Ah,  Pilot,  dangers  often  met, 

We  all  are  apt  to  slight, 
And  thou  hast  known  these  raging  waves 

But  to  subdue  their  might. 
"  It  is  not  apathy  !"  he  cried, 

"  That  gives  this  strength  to  me ; 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  mayest  be." 

3  "  On  such  a  night  the  sea  engulfed 

My  father's  lifeless  form ; 
My  only  brother's  boat  went  down 

In  just  so  wild  a  storm. 
And  such,  perhaps,  may  be  my  fate ; 

But  still  I  say  to  thee  ! 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  mayest  be." 

T.  H.  Bayley. 


83  The  Vanity  of  the  World. 

[L.  M.]  Tune— "Averno."    "Areola." 

1  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  ! 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this  ! 

2  The  evening  cloud  —  the  morning  dew  — 

The  withering  grass  —  the  fading  flower  — 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true  — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour ! 


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3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears ; 
If  God  be  ours,  we're  travelling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

Ch.  Psalmody, 


81         "  When  shall  we  meet  again?" 

[6s  &  5s.]  Tune— See  the  ''Choir;'  p.  329. 

1  When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes  — 

Never  —  no,  never ! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow, 

Pure  as  life's  river  ! 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  for  ever  r 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill  — 

Never  —  no,  never  ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 
•  Happy  for  ever : 

*6 


62  SACRED   SONGS. 


Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel  — 
Never  —  no,  never  ! 

Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever ; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes, 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close  — 
Never  —  no,  never  ! 


35  The  Light  House. 

[lis  &  10s.]     Air— See  Kingsley's  S.  Choir,  vol.  2,  p.  126. 

1  The  scene  was  more  beautiful  far  to  my  eye, 

Than  if  day  in  its  pride  had  arrayed  it ; 
The  land  breeze  blew  mild,  and  the  azure  arched 
sky 
Looked  pure  as  the  Spirit  that  made  it ; 
The  murmur  rose  soft,  as  I  silently  gazed 
In  the  shadowy  waves'  playful  motion, 
From  the  dim  distant  hill,  till  the  light-house  fire 
blazed, 
Like  a  star  in  the  midst  of  the  ocean. 

2  No  longer  the  joy  of  the  sailor-boy's  breast 

Was  heard  in  his  wildly-breathed  numbers  ; 
The  sea-bird  had  flown  to  her  wave-girdled  nest ; 

The  fisherman  had  sunk  to  his  slumbers. 
One  moment  I  looked  from  the  hill's  gentle  slope  — 

All  hushed  was  the  billows'  commotion  — 
And  thought  that  the  light-house  looked  lovely  as 
hope, 

That  star  of  life's  tremulous  ocean. 


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3  The  time  is  long  passed,  and  the  scene  is  afar, 
Yet,  when  my  head  rests  on  its  pillow, 

Will  memory  sometimes  rekindle  the  star 
That  blazed  on  the  breast  of  the  billow. 

In  life's  closing  hour,  when  the  trembling  soul  flies, 
And  death  stills  the  heart's  last  emotion  — 

0  !  then  may  the  seraph  of  mercy  arise, 
Like  a  star  on  eternity's  ocean ! 

T.  Mo  ORE. 

86  Petition  for  Divine  Favors. 

[L.  P.  If.]  Turn— "Brighton." 

1  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares, 
Will  bring  its  trials,  or  its  cares, 
O  Father,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend ; 
Teach  me  thy  statutes  all  divine, 
And  let  thy  will  be  always  mine. 

2  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Father,  while  I  rest : 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 

3  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done  — 
Father,  thine  heavenly  radiance  shed 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
"  To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise." 

Christian  Psalmist. 


64  SACRED   SONGS. 


87  Prayer  on  entering  School. 

[S.  M.J  Tune— "  Boylston."     "  Watchman:' 

1  Lord,  lead  my  heart  to  learn  ; 

Prepare  my  ears  to  hear ; 
And  let  me  useful  knowledge  seek, 
In  thy  most  holy  fear. 

2  If  unforgiven  sin 

Within  my  bosom  lies, 
Or  evil  motives  linger  there 
T*  offend  thy  perfect  eyes, 

3  Eemove  them  far  away  — 

Inspire  me  with  thy  love, 
That  I  may  please  thee  here  below, 
And  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Mrs.  L.  H.  Sigourney. 


88  Evening  Aspiration. 

[7s  &  4s.]  Tune— See  the  "  Choir?  p.  320. 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light ! 
"Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ! 
May  thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night ! 

Bp.  Heber, 


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89  Prayer  for  Divine  Aid. 

[CM.  J  TuinB — "DMam."     "Clarendon" 

1  Be  thou,  0  God !  by  night,  by  day, 

My  Guide,  my  Guard  from  sin. 
My  Life,  my  Trust,  my  Light  Divine, 
To  keep  me  pure  within. 

2  Pure  as  the  air.  when  day's  first  light 

A  cloudless  sky  illumes, 
And  active  as  the  lark,  that  soars 
Till  heaven  shines  round  its  plumes. 

3  So  may  my  soul,  upon  the  wings 

Of  faith  unwearied  rise, 
Till  at  the  gate  of  heaven  it  sings 
'Midst  light  from  paradise. 


90  Let  us  Love  One  Another. 

[12s. J  Air  —  "Andy's  Daughter." 

1  Let  us  love  one  another —  not  long  may  we  stay 

In  this  bleak  world  of  mourning  —  so  brief  is  life's 
day ; 

Some  fade  ere  't  is  noon,  and  few  linger  till  eve  ; 

Oh  !  there  breaks  not  a  heart  but  leaves  some  one 
to  grieve  ; 

And  the  fondest,  the  purest,  the  truest  that  met, 

Have  still  found  the  need  to  forgive  and  forget ; 

Then  oh  !  though  the  hopes  that  we  nourished  de- 
cay, 

Let  us  love  one  another  as  long:  as  we  stav. 
6* 


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2  There  are  hearts  like  the  ivy  —  though  all  be  de- 

ca)7ed, 
Which  it  seemed  to  clasp  fondly  in  sunlight  and 

shade ; 
Yet  droop  not  its  leaves — but  still  gayly  they  spread, 
Undimmed  'midst  the  blighted,  the  lonely  and  dead ; 
And  the  mistletoe  clings  to  the  oak,  not  in  part, 
But  with  leaves  closely  round  it  —  the  root  in  its 

heart, 
Exists  but  to  twine  it,  and  drink  the  same  dew; 
Or  to  fall  with  its  loved  oak  and  perish  there  too. 

3  Thus  we'll  love  one  another,  midst  sorrow  the  worst, 
Unaltered  and  fond  as  we  loved  at  the  first  — 
Though  the  false  wing  of  pleasure  may  charge  and 

forsake, 
And  the  bright  urn  of  wealth  into  particles  break ; 
There  are  some  sweet  affections  that  earth  oannot 

buy, 
That  cling  but  the  closer  when  sorrow  draws  nigh, 
And  remain  with  us  yet,  though  all  else  pass  away — 
Yes — we'll  love  one  another  as  long  as  we  stay. 


91  The  Goodness  of  God.* 

[7s.]  Tune—"  WilmoL" 

1  Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all  commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new  made  world  with  light ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

*  Vide  Ps.  cxxxvi.     This  hymn  was  written  when  the  author  was 
but  fifteen  years  of  age. 


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3  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  All  things  living  he  doth  feed ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

John  Milton. 


92  Sweet  is  the  Scene. 

[L.  M.]  Tun-e— :t  Whitelandr     "Hebron." 

1  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die, 

When  sinks  a  righteous  soul  to  rest, — 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breath. 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 

Fanned  by  some  angel's  purple  wing ; 
Where  is,  O,  grave  !  thy  victory  now? 
And  where,  insidious  death,  thy  sting  ? 

Mrs.  L.  Barbauld. 


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93  The  Hour  of  Prayer. 

[7s.]      Tune —  See  Kingsleijs  S.  Choir^  vol  1,  p.  84. 

1  Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play, 
While  the  red  light  fades  away ; 
Mother,  with  thine  earnest  eye, 
Ever  following  silently ; 
Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve, 
Called  thy  harvest  work  to  leave, 
Pray !  ere  yet  the  dark  hours  be, 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 

2  Traveller,  in  the  stranger's  land, 
Far  from  thine  own  household  band  ; 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 

Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone ; 
Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell, 
Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell ; 
Sailor,  on  the  darkening  sea, 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 

3  Warrior,  that  from  battle  won, 
Breathest  now  at  set  of  sun  ; 
Woman,  o'er  the  lowly  slain, 
Weeping  on  his  burial  plain  ; 
Ye  that  triumph,  ye  that  sigh, 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie ; 
Heaven's  first  star  alike  ye  see  — 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 

Mrs.  F.  Hemans. 


94  The  Glory  of  God  * 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Cephas:' 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

*  Vide  Ps.  xix. 


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TV  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ;  — 
While  ail  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

What !  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  — 
What !  though  nor  real  voice,  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  — 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine, 
u  The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine.'' 

Joseph  Addison. 


95  The  Birth  of  the  Saviour. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tu.vE— -Abba?     'AYilmot? 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high." 


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3  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
"  Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven," 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy, 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

Cawood. 


06  The  Matin  Hour  of  Devotion. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—"  Ilk."    "  Ashford." 

1  Ere  falls  the  stealing  step  of  dawn, 

The  night's  soft  dew  on  her  brown  wings, 
Uprises  from  her  nest,  the  lark, 
And  soaring  to  the  sunlight,  sings. 

2  Thus  may  my  soul  sing  on,  and  soar 

Where  sight  tracks  not  her  flight  sublime. 
Morn,  noon,  sweet  eve,  and  ever  in 
This  cool  and  fragrant  hour  of  prime. 

o  For  though  the  world  enclose  me  round, 
Strong  Faith  can  carry  me  abroad, 
Where  shines  my  home,  Jerusalem, 
The  glorious  dwelling-place  of  God  ! 

4  Then  let  my  soul  sing  on  and  soar 
Above  the  world,  beyond  all  time, 
And  dwell  in  that  pure  light,  and  breathe 
The  air  from  that  celestial  clime. 


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Sing  on  and  soar,  sing  on  and  soar 

Till,  through  the  crystal  gates  of  heaven, 

No  longer  closed  in  upper  skies, 
Thou  enter  in  to  sing,  Forgiven  ! 


97  Our  Refuge  in  Temptation.* 

[7s.J  Tune— "Rosette?' 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

O,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

W.  CowrEi?. 


98  Retirement. 

[C.  It]  Tune— *  Coventry?'     "  Lima?' 

1  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree, 


*  u  Come  unto  me  all  ye  that  labor,  and  are  heavy  laden,  and  r 
will  give  you  rest."— Jesus  Christ. 


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And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  that  follow  Thee. 

2  There,  if  thy  spirit  touch  the  soul 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God. 

3  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays. 
Nor  asks  a  witness  to  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

W.    COWPER. 

99  Morning  Devotion. 

[lis  &  8s.]  Tune — "  Come,  ye  disconsolate.1* 

1  Father  of  mercies,  when  the  day  is  dawning, 

Then  will  I  pay  my  vows  to  thee ; 
Like  incense  wafted  on  the  breath  of  morning 
My  heart-felt  praise  to  thee  shall  be. 

2  Yes  —  Thou  art  near  me,  sleeping  or  waking, 

Still  doth  thy  love  unchanged  remain, 
Where'er  I  wander,  thy  ways  forsaking, 
Oh  gently  lead  me  back  again. 

100  Saturday  Evening. 

[L.  P.  M.]       Tune—"  St  Paul's."    «  Palestine:1 

1  Sweet  is  the  last,  the  parting  ray, 
That  ushers  placid  evening  in, 
When  with  still  expiring  day, 


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The  Sabbath's  peaceful  hours  begin  : 
How  grateful  to  the  anxious  breast 
The  sacred  hours  of  holy  rest ! 

Hushed  is  the  tumult  of  the  day, 

And  worldly  cares  and  business  cease, 

"While  soft  the  vesper  breezes  play, 
To  hymn  the  glad  return  of  peace  ! 

Delightful  season,  kindly  given 

To  turn  the  wandering  thoughts  to  heaven. 

Oft  as  this  peaceful  hour  shall  come, 

Lord,  raise  my  thoughts  from  earthly  things 

And  bear  them  to  my  heavenly  home, 
On  faith  and  hope's  celestial  wings  — 

Till  the  last  gleam  of  life  decay 
In  one  eternal  Sabbath  day. 


101  A  Warning  from  the  Grave. 

[CM.]  Turns— "Heath."    "  Acushnet." 

1  Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given  : 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2  Death  rides  on  even'  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

3  Turn,  mortal,  turn ! — thy  dangers  know : 

"Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

Bp.  Heber. 
7 


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102  God  Our  Shepherd  * 

Tune  —  "  YoaMeyP    "  Gentle  Shepherd." 
See  also  Nason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  146. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread. 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile  : 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around 

Joseph  Addison 


*  Vide  Ps.  xxiii. 


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103  The  World  of  Light* 

[S.  M.]  Tune— "  Laban."     u  Frothingham." 

1  Far  from  these  scenes  of  night, 

Unbounded  glories  rise. 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eves. 

2  There  sickness  never  comes  : 

There  grief  no  more  complains; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 

3  Xo  strife  nor  envy  there 

The  sons  of  peace  molest; 
But  harmony  and  love  sincere 
Fill  every  happy  breast. 

4  No  cloud  those  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  O  may  this  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
And  lively  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

Mrs.  Axxe  Steele. 


104        Delight  in  the  Worship  of  God. 

[C.  M.]  Tune— "  Moreh?    ';  Arlington." 

1  We  love  thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 
For  there  thou  deign'st  to  dwell; 

*  Vide  Isaiah  xxxiii.  17. 


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And  there  the  heralds  of  thy  word 
Of  all  thy  mercies  tell. 

2  There,  in  thy  pure  and  cleansing  fount, 

Washed  from  each  guilty  stain, 
Our  souls  on  wings  of  faith  shall  mount 
To  heaven's  eternal  fane. 

3  Around  thine  altar  we  will  kneel 

In  penitence  sincere, 
A  Saviour's  mercy  deeply  feel, 
And  words  of  pardon  hear ;  — 

4  Or,  mingling  with  the  choral  throng, 

Our  joyful  voices  raise, 
And  pour  the  full,  melodious  song, 
In  notes  of  grateful  praise. 

Pratt's  Coll. 


105  Time.* 

[L.  M.]  Tune— "Dunfield."    "Brighton." 

1  Time  speeds  away  —  away  —  away ; 
Another  hour  —  another  day  — 
Another  month  —  another  year  — 
Drop  from  us  like  the  leaflets  sear ; 
Drop  like  the  life-blood  from  our  hearts : 
The  rose-bloom  from  the  cheek  departs, 
The  tresses  from  the  temples  fall, 

The  eye  grows  dim  and  strange  to  all. 

2  Time  speeds  away  —  away  —  away ; 
Like  torrent  in  a  stormy  day, 

He  undermines  the  stately  tower, 
Uproots  the  tree  and  snaps  the  flower ; 

*  Vide  Job  ix.  25,  26. 


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And  sweeps  from  our  distracted  breast 

The  friends  that  loved  —  the  friends  that  bles3fd  ; 

And  leaves  us  weeping  on  the  shore, 

To  which  they  can  return  no  more. 

3  Time  speeds  away  —  away  —  away  ; 
No  eagle  through  the  skies  of  day, 
No  wind,  along  the  hills  can  flee 
So  swiftly,  or  so  smooth  as  he ; 
Like  fiery  steed  —  from  stage  to  stage 
He  bears  us  on  —  from  youth  to  age  ; 
Then  plunges  in  a  fearful  sea 
Of  fathomless  eternity. 

Dr.  Knox. 


106  My  Father's  House. 

[C.  M.]  Air — ;;  Auld  Lang  Syne" 

1  There  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest, 

Far,  far  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  beauty  smiles  eternally 

And  pleasure  never  dies  ; 
My  father's  house,  my  heavenly  home  ! 

Where  ;'  man}'  mansions"  stand, 
Prepared  by  hands  divine,  for  all 

Who  seek  "  the  better  land." 

2  WThen  tossed  upon  the  waves  of  life, 

With  tear  on  every  side  — 
When  fiercely  howls  the  gathering  storm, 

And  foams  the  angry  tide ; 
Beyond  the  storm,  beyond  the  gloom, 

Breaks  forth  the  light  of  morn. 
Bright  beaming  from  my  Father's  house, 

To  cheer  the  soul  forlorn. 

7* 


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3  In  that  pure  home  of  tearless  joy, 

Earth's  parted  friends  shall  meet, 
With  smiles  of  love  that  never  fade, 

And  blessedness  complete ; 
There,  there  adieus  are  sounds  unknown, 

Death  frowns  not  on  that  scene, 
But  life,  and  glorious  beauty,  shine, 

Untroubled  and  serene. 

KOBERT   TlJRNBULL. 


107  Mysteries  of  Providence.* 

[C.  M.]  Tune—'1  Arlington."    "  Eermon." 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

4  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


►  For  the  theme  of  this  fine  hymn,  see  John  xiii.  7. 


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5  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 
W. 

COWTER. 

108                    The 

Sky  Lark. 

[L.  P.  M.] 

Turns—* 

{ Hingham.'' 

1  The  sky-lark,  when  the  dews  of  morn 
Hang  tremulous  on  flower  and  thorn, 
And  violets  round  his  nest  exhale 
Their  fragrance  on  the  early  gale, 

To  the  first  sunbeam  spreads  his  wings, 
Buoyant  with  joy,  and  soars,  and  sings. 

2  He  rests  not  on  the  leafy  spray, 
To  warble  his  exulting  lay, 

But  high  above  the  mountain  cloud 
Mounts  in  triumphant  freedom  proud, 
And  swells,  when  nearest  to  the  sky, 
His  notes  of  sweetest  ecstasy. 

3  Thus,  my  Creator  !  thus  the  more 
My  spirit's  wing  to  Thee  can  soar, 
The  more  she  triumphs  to  behold 
Thy  love  in  all  thy  works  unfold, 
And  bids  her  hymns  of  rapture  be 
Most  glad,  when  rising  most  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  F.  Hemanb. 


109  Tell  me,  Wanderer! 

[8s  &  7s.]  Air—  '-  Bounding  billows" 

1  Tell  me,  wanderer  !  wildly  roving 
From  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 


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Pleasure's  false  enchantments  loving  — 
When  will  thy  delusion  cease  ? 

2  Once,  like  thee,  by  joys  surrounded, 

I,  too,  knelt  at  pleasure's  shrine ; 
Once,  too,  all  my  hopes  were  founded 
In  delights  as  false  as  thine ! 

3  Then  —  the  moments  flew  unheeded, 

As  the  wave  that  rolls  along; 
Soon  as  one  bright  hope  succeeded, 
Came  another  smiling  on  ! 

4  But  those  cloudless  hours  that  blessed  me, 

Vanished  as  a  dream  when  o'er ; 
And  the  world  that  once  caressed  me, 
Charmed  me  with  its  smiles  no  more. 

5  Such  is  pleasure's  transient  story  !  — 

Lasting  happiness  is  known 

Only  in  the  path  to  glory  !— 

In  the  Saviour's  love  alone. 


110  The  End  of  Affliction. 

[lis  &  8s.]  Tune—"  EphesusP 

1  The  gloom  of  the  night  adds  a  charm  to  the  morn, 

Stern  winter  the  spring-time  endears, 
And  the  darker  the  cloud  on  which  it  is  drawn, 
The  brighter  the  rainbow  appears. 

2  So  trials  and  sorrows  the  Christian  prepare, 

For  the  rest  that  remaineth  above  ; 
On  earth  tribulation  awaits  him,  but  there 
The  smile  of  unchangeable  love. 

Ford. 


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HI  The  Winter  is  Over  * 

[Ss.]  Tune— ::  Spring." 

1  The  winter  is  over  and  gone, 

The  thrush  whistles  sweet  on  the  spray, 
The  turtle  breathes  forth  her  soft  moan, 
The  lark  mounts  and  warbles  away. 

2  Shall  every  creature  around 

Their  voices  in  concert  unite, 
And  I,  the  most  favored,  be  found, 
In  praising  to  take  less  delight  ? 

3  Awake,  then,  my  harp,  and  my  lute  ! 

Sweet  organs,  your  notes  softly  swell ! 
No  longer  my  lips  shall  be  mute, 
The  Saviour's  high  praises  to  tell ! 

4  His  love  in  my  heart  shed  abroad, 

My  graces  shall  bloom  as  the  spring ; 
This  temple,  his  Spirit's  abode, 
My  joy,  as  my  duty,  to  sing. 

Ha  wes. 


112  When  the  Orb  of  Morn. 

[8s  &  7s.]       Tuhb — •'  When  the  rosy  morn  appearing? 

1  When  the  orb  of  morn  enlightens 

Hill  and  mountain,  mead  and  dell; 
When  the  dim  horizon  brightens, 

And  the  serried  clouds  dispel ; 
And  the  sun-flower  eastward  bending, 

Its  fidelity  to  prove  ;  — 
Be  thy  gratitude  ascending 

Unto  Him  whose  name  is  Love. 

*  Vide  Cant.  ii.  11. 


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2  When  the  vesper-star  is  beaming 

In  the  coronet  of  even ; 
And  the  lake  and  river  gleaming, 

With  the  ruddy  hues  of  heaven  ; 
When  a  thousand  notes  are  blending 

In  the  forest  and  the  grove ;  — 
Be  thy  gratitude  ascending 

Unto  Him  whose  name  is  Love. 

3  When  the  stars  appear  in  millions 

In  the  portals  of  the  west, 
Brightly  spangling  the  pavilions 

Where  the  blessed  are  at  rest ; 
When  the  milky-way  is  glowing 

In  the  cope  of  heaven  above  ;  — 
Let  thy  gratitude  be  flowing 

Unto  Him  whose  name  is  Love. 

Vedder. 


113         Lauded  be  Thy  Name  forever. 

[8s.  i  Tune— See  the  "  Psaltery,"  p.  252. 

1  Lauded  be  Thy  name  forever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver ! 
Thou  who  slumberest  not,  nor  sleepest, 
Blest  are  they  Thou  kindly  keepest ; 
God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 

Of  the  rainbow  and  the  ocean, 
Of  the  mountain,  rock  and  river, 
Lauded  be  Thy  name  forever ! 

2  God  of  evening's  yellow  ray, 
God  of  yonder  dawning  day, 
Rising  from  the  azure  sea, 
Like  breathings  of  eternity,  — 


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Thine  the  flaming  spheres  of  light  — 
Thine  the  darkness  of  the  night ; 
God  of  life  that  fadeth  never, 
Lauded  be  Thy  name  forever  ! 

James  Hogg 


114  An  Autumnal  Song. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tune— "Ball"     ^Greenville* 

1  See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

Dry  and  withered  to  the  ground ; 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound  : 

2  u  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 

Who  the  path  of  pleasure  tread, 
View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 

3  u  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you  — 
Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace ; 

Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you, 
Summer  gives  to  Autumn  place/' 

4  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal 
Let  our  highest  hopes  be  stayed. 

This  alone,  forever  vernal, 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 

Bp.  Horne. 


115  Parting  Hymn  at  School." 

[10s.]  Tun— 

1  Once  more  to  thee,  O  God  of  love  and  power, 
In  whom  alone  all  creatures  live  and  move, 


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84  SACRED   SONGS. 


We  come  together,  in  this  parting  hour, 

Thine  aid  to  ask  —  Thy  soothing  grace  to  prove. 

2  Soon  must  we  turn  our  tearful  eyes  away 

From  scenes  to  faithful  memory  well  endeared 
By  record  fair  of  many  a  happy  day, 

Of  loved  companions,  and  of  guides  revered. 

3  Conflicting  thoughts,  in  strong  and  rapid  tide, 

At  once  constrain  us  to  rejoice  and  grieve ; 
Hope  and  regret  our  struggling  hearts  divide,  — 
The  homes  we  long  for,  and  the  friends  we  leave* 

4  Father !  accept  our  grateful  song  of  praise, 

For  the  pure  pleasure  we  have  tasted  here ; 
And  shine  Thou  now  on  our  divergent  ways, 
Our  steps  to  guide,  our  drooping  souls  to  cheer. 

5  On  swift,  though  soft  and  silent,  pinions  borne, 

The  fair  and  fragrant  morn  of  life  departs ; 
Nor  shall  its  brilliant  visions  e'er  return 
To  soothe  the  pain  of  disappointed  hearts ! 

6  Yet  there's  one  hope  shall  never  fail  — 

One  spring  of  comfort  that  shall  never  dry  ! 
That  hope  is  anchored  fast,  "  within  the  vail" — 
That  spring  is  flowing  from  the  throne  on  high. 

7  O,  be  that  heavenly  hope,  that  comfort,  ours  ! 

Here  at  Thy  footstool,  as  we  humbly  bend, 
We  yield  our  souls  with  all  their  deathless  powers, 
And  choose  Thee  as  our  Guardian  and  our  Friend. 

8  Through  all  the  untried  scenes  of  future  years, 

Aid  us  this  high  and  solemn  vow  to  pay ; 
Till,  far  beyond  this  shadowy  vail  of  tears, 

We  meet  to  "  live  and  love  "  in  endless  day ! 


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116  Our  Father  in  Heaven. 

[6s  &  5s.]  Air— "Adcste  Fidele*:1 

1  Our  Father  in  heaven. 

We  hallow  Thy  name ! 
May  Thy  kingdom  holy 

On  earth  be  the  same  ! 
O  give  to  us  daily 

Our  portion  of  bread  ; 
It  is  from  Thy  bounty 

That  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions, 

And  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion 

Which  pardons  each  foe : 
Keep  us  from  temptation, 

From  weakness  and  sin. 
And  Thine  be  the  glory 

For  ever —  Amen. 

Mrs.  S.  J.  Hale. 


117  I  will  be  Glad  in  the  Lord. 

[C  M-l  Tcxe— "Phillips."     'Howard." 

1  When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray 

Breaks  with  its  trembling  light, 
To  chase  the  pearly  dews  away. 
Bright  tear-drops  of  the  night, — 

2  My  heart,  O  Lord,  forgets  to  rove, 

But  rises  gladly  free 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love, 
And  finds  its  home  in  Thee. 


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3  When  evening's  silent  shades  descend, 

And  nature  sinks  to  rest, 
Still  to  my  Father  and  my  Friend 
My  wishes  are  addressed. 

4  Though  tears  may  dim  my  hours  of  joy, 

And  bid  my  pleasures  See, 
Thou  reign'st  where  grief  cannot  annoy, 
I  will  be  glad  in  Thee. 


118  Canadian  Boat  Song. 

[8s  &  9s.]  Tune— "Canadian  Boat  Song.11 

1  Faintly  as  tolls  the  evening  chime, 

Our  voices  keep  tune  and  our  oars  keep  time ; 
Soon  as  the  woods  on  shore  look  dim, 
Well  cheerfully  sing  our  parting  hymn  ; 
Row,  brothers,  row,  the  stream  runs  fast, 
The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  daylight's  past. 

2  Why  should  we  yet  our  sails  unfurl  ? 
There  is  not  a  breath  the  blue  wave  to  curl ; 
But  when  the  wind  blows  off  the  shore, 
Oh,  sweetly  we'll  rest  our  weary  oar. 

Blow,  breezes,  blow,  etc. 

3  Utawas  tide  !  this  trembling  moon 
Shall  see  us  float  o'er  thy  surges  soon ; 
Father  in  heaven,  hear  our  prayer, 
Grant  us  cool  winds  and  favoring  air  ! 

Blow,  breezes,  blow,  etc. 

T.  Moore. 


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119    Hark,  the  Vesper  Hymn  is  Stealing. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Air — "Vesper  hymn." 

1  Hark,  the  vesper  hymn  is  stealing 

O'er  the  waters,  soft  and  clear  — 
Nearer  yet,  and  nearer  pealing, 
Now  it  bursts  upon  the  ear. 
Jubilate,  Jubilate  —  Amen. 
Farther  now,  now  farther  stealing, 

Soft  it  fades  upon  the  ear. 
Farther  now,  etc. 

2  Now,  like  moonlight  waves  retreating 

To  the  shore,  it  dies  along ; 
Now  like  angry  surges  meeting, 
Breaks  the  mingled  tide  of  song. 
Jubilate,  Jubilate, —  Amen. 
Hark  again,  like  waves  retreating 
To  the  shore  it  dies  along. 
Hark  again,  etc. 

T.  Moore. 


120  The  Rainbow. 

[4s  &  10s.]  Tcne— "  Trust  in  Heaven." 

1  My  soul  were  dark 

But  for  the  golden  light  and  rainbow  hue 
That,  sweeping  heaven  with  their  triumphal  arc, 
Break  on  the  view. 

2  Enough  to  feel 

That  God  indeed  is  good  !  enough  to  know' 
Without  the  gloomy  clouds  He  could  reveal 
No  beauteous  bow. 

W.  Croswell. 


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121  Save!  Lord,  or  We  Perish !* 

[12s.]  Tune—"  Scotland." 

1  When  through   the  torn  sail  the  wild   tempest  is 

streaming, 
When   o'er  the   dark   wave   the   red   lightning  is 

gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray,  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker ;  "  Save,  Lord  !  or  we  perish." 

2  O  Jesus  !  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy  pillow  ; 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 

Who  cries  in   his  anguish,   "  Save,   Lord,   or  we 
perish." 

3  And,  O  !  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging ; 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  sad  warfare  is  waging, 
Then  send    down    thy  grace,   thy   redeemed    to 

cherish ; 
Kebuke  the  destroyer ;  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 

Bp.  Heber. 


122  Peace  !  Troubled  Soul. 

[L.  P.  M.]  Tune—"  Palestine:1 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  notes  of  woe ; 
Cease  thy  complaint  —  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow ; 
Behold  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wound. 


*  Vide  Matt.  adv. 


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2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed, 
Unburden  here  thy  weighty  load  ; 

Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 
And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God  ; 

He  is  thy  Saviour  —  glorious  word  ! 

For  ever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 


123  Coronation.* 

[C.  1L]  Turn— M  Coronation,"  by  Holden. 

1  All  hail  the  great  Emmanuel's  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  O,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  His  feet  may  fail ; 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Duncan. 


121  Death  and  Immortality. 

[8s  &  4s.]  Tune—  Vide  "  Psaltery;'  p.  247. 

Also  "Nason's  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  147. 

1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found  ; 
They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 

*  This  hymn  was  a  great  favorite  of  the  late  Dr  Dwight.  It  waa 
often  sung  by  the  college  choir  while  he.  M  catching,  as  it  were,  the 
Inspiration  of  the  heaveulv  music,  would  join  and  lead  them  with  the 
most  ardent  devotion."    Vide  the  M  Choir,"  p.  91. 

8* 


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2  The  storm  that  wrecks  the  winter's  sky, 

No  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose, 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose. 

3  The  soul,  of  origin  divine  ; 

God's  glorious  image  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

4  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 

A  transient  meteor  of  the  sky ; 
The  soul,  immortal  as  its  Sire, 
Shall  never  die  ! 

J.  Montgomery. 


125  What  Secret  Hand  at  Morning  Light? 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Elliott:-    «  Phillips.19 

1  What  secret  hand,  at  morning  light, 

By  stealth  unseals  mine  eye, 
Draws  back  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
And  opens  earth  and  sky  ? 

2  'Tis  Thine,  my  God  —  the  same  that  kept 

My  resting  hours  from  harm  ; 

No  ill  came  nigh  me,  for  I  slept 

Beneath  the  Almighty's  arm. 

3  'Tis  Thine  —  my  daily  bread  that  brings, 

Like  manna  scattered  round, 
And  clothes  me  as  the  lily  springs 
In  beauty  from  the  ground. 

4  This  is  the  hand  that  shaped  my  frame, 

And  gave  my  pulse  to  beat, 


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That  bare  me  ot't  through  flood  and  flame, 
Through  tempest,  eold  and  heat. 

5  May  that  dear  hand  uphold  me  still, 
Through  life's  uncertain  race, 
To  bring  me  to  Thine  holy  hill, 
And  to  Thy  dwelling  place. 

J.  Montgomery. 


126  Evening  Hymn. 

[S.  M.]  Tune— "  Watchman?    "BoylstonP 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
Oh,  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possessed. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
Oh,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

Anon. 


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127  The  Bible. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Baterma? 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


128  Thy  Will  be  Done. 

Tune  —  Vide  the  "  Psaltery;'  p.  346. 

1  "  Thy  will  be  done  I*    In  devious  way 

The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  "  Thy  will  be  done  !"     If  o'er  us  shine 

A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine  — 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 

3  "  Thy  will  be  done  !"     Though  shrouded  o'er 

Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort,  one 
Is  ours :  To  breathe  while  we  adore, 
"  Thy  will  we  done." 

Dr.  Bowring. 


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129  The  Happy  Land. 

Air — ■  I  have  come  from  a  happy  land" 
See  Nason-s  M  Tocal  Class  Book,"  p.  67. 

1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day. 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
'•  Worthy  is  our  Saviour  king, 
Loud  let  His  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye." 

2  Come  to  the  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away  ; 
Why  will  ve  doubting  stand  ? 

Why  yet  delay  ? 
O,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

S  Bright  in  that  happy  land 
Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die  ; 
Then  shall  His  kingdom  come, 
Saints  shall  share  a  glorious  home, 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 
We  reign  for  aye. 

Axon. 


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130  A  Morning  Hymn. 

[L.  M.]  Tune—" Silver  Lake" 

1  God  of  the  morning,  at  Thy  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice^ 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east, 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness,  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

8  O,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

Dr.*  Watts. 


131  Evening  Worship. 

[C.  M.]  Tune—"  Evening  Song:'* 

1  Now  condescend,  almighty  King, 

To  bless  this  little  throng  ; 

And  kindly  listen,  while  we  sing 

Our  pleasant  evening  song. 

2  We  come  to  own  Thy  power  divine, 

That  watches  o'er  our  days  ; 

For  this  our  grateful  voices  join 

In  hymns  of  cheerful  praise. 

*  Vide  the  "  Psalmodist,"  p.  103. 


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3  May  we  in  safety  sleep  to  night, 

From  every  danger  free  ; 
Because  the  darkness  and  the  light, 
Are  both  alike  to  Thee. 

4  And  -when  the  rising  sun  displays 

His  cheerful  beams  abroad, 
Then  shall  our  morning  hymns  of  praise 
Declare  Thy  goodness,  Lord. 

5  Brothers  and  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 

Our  lips  together  move  ; 
Then  smile  upon  this  cheerful  band 
And  join  our  hearts  in  love. 

Miss  Jane  Taylor. 


132  A  National  Hymn. 

Air — "  Scots  wha  kae" 

1  Clime  !  beneath  whose  genial  sun 
Kings  were  quelled  and  freedom  won  : 
"Where  the  dust  of  Washington 

Sleeps  in  glory's  bed. 

2  Heroes  from  thy  sylvan  shade 
Changed  the  plough  for  battle  blade  — 
Holy  men  for  thee  have  prayed  — 

Patriot  martyrs  bled. 

3  Crownless  Judah  mourns  in  gloom  — 
Greece  lite  slumbering  in  the  tomb  — 
Borne  hath  shorn  her  eagle  plume, 

Lost  her  conquering  name. 


4   Mouthful  nation  of  the  west, 

with  truer  greatness  blest, 
Sainted  bands  from  realms  of  rest, 
Watch  thy  bright'ning  fame. 


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5  Empire  of  the  brave  and  free  ! 
Stretch  thy  sway  from  sea  to  sea ; 
Who  shall  bid  thee  bend  the  knee, 

To  a  tyrant's  throne. 

6  Knowledge  is  thine  armor  bright  — 
Liberty  thy  beacon  light  — 

God  himself  thy  shield  of  might, 
Bow  to  Him  alone. 

Mrs.  L.  H.  Sigourney. 


133      0,  Happy  is  the  Man  who  Hears.* 

[C.  M.]  Tune— "  Balerma." 

1  O,  Happy  is  the  man  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are, 
Than  gems,  or  stores  of  gold. 

3  Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal,  happy  days ; 
Her  left,  imperishable  wealth, 
And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 

4  And  as  her  holy  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

Dr.  Watts. 

*  Vide  Prov.  iii.  13-17. 


SACRED   SOXGS.  97 


134      Love  God  with  all  your  Soul,  etc.* 

[C  M.]  Tune—'-  Chimes? 

1  Love  God  with  all  your  soul  and  strength, 

With  all  your  heart  and  mind  ; 
And  love  your  neighbor  as  yourself — 
Be  faithful,  just,  and  kind. 

2  Deal  with  another  as  you'd  have 

Another  deal  with  you  ; 
"What  voir  re  unwilling  to  receive, 
Be  sure  you  never  do. 

Dr.  Watts. 


135  Help  Obtained  of  God. 

[L.  ML]  Tune—"  Hamburg:' 

Vide  Xason's  :c  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  119. 

1  Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  its  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Stilt  we  are  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed  ; 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  : 
The  future  —  all  to  us  unknown  — 
We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 

Rippon's  Coll. 


*  Vide  Matt.  xxii.  37-30. 
9 


98  SACRED   SONGS. 


136         Power  and  Goodness  of  God. 

[C.  M.]  Tune  —  "Balerma."    "  Mear* 

1  I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise; 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  ail  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  by  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good ! 

4  There's  not  a  plant,  or  flower  below 

But  makes  Thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

Dr.  Watts. 


137     Christ  the  Shepherd  of  His  Flock. 

[7s.]  Tune  —  "PleyeVs  Hymn? 

1  Shepherd  of  Thy  little  flock, 
Lead  me  to  the  shadowing  rock, 
Where  the  richest  pasture  grows, 
Where  the  living  water  flows. 


SACRED   SONGS.  99 


2  By  that  pure  and  silent  stream, 

Sheltered  fr,om  the  scorching  beam  ; 
Shepherd,  Saviour,  Guardian,  Guide, 
Keep  me  ever  near  Thy  side. 


138  Hymn  of  Nature. 

[L.  M.]  Tune— u  Missionary  Chant." 

1  To  Thee,  O  God,  in  grateful  praise 

All  Nature  wakes  harmonious  lays  ; 
The  rolling  flood,  beast,  bird  and  bee, 
Join  in  perpetual  praise  to  Thee. 

2  The  opening  flower  that  scents  the  morn  ; 
The  breeze  that  bends  the  waving  corn  ; 
The  dew-drop  trembling  in  the  sun, 
Praise  Thee  for  all  Thy  hand  hath  done. 

3  The  mighty  orbs  that  roll  on  high  — 
The  rainbow  arching  o'er  the  sky  — 
The  ocean's  deep  and  solemn  tide. 

In  ceaseless  numbers  praise  their  Guide. 

4  Heaven.  Earth,  and  Main  in  one  glad  song, 
Their  Maker's  glorious  praise  prolong  — 
And  angels  catch  the  strain  above, 

And  tune  their  golden  harps  to  Love. 

5  Our  tongues.  Great  God,  adoring  Thee, 
Shall  join  the  general  symphony  : 
AVhile  our  Redeemer's  lofty  praise 
Shall  be  the  Chorus  which  we  raise. 

E.  Nason. 


100  SACRED   SONGS. 


139  Resignation. 

[C.  M.]  Tune— "  Howard:' 

1  O  Thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say, 
There  is  no  mercy  here  ! 

2  O,  grant  me  to  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
More  than  the  world's  supremest  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then  though  Thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see  ; 
The  very  Hand  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 

Edmeston. 


140  Dismission. 

[8s  &  7s.]      Tune—" Sicilian  Hymn:'    "  Greenvilk" 

Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

Hope  and  comfort  from  a£>ove  ; 
Let  us  each,  Thy  peace  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound. 

BlJRDER. 


SACRED    SONGS.  101 


141  Serenity. 

[L.  11]  Tune— "  Oxford:1 

1  Reflected  on  the  lake,  I  love 

To  see  the  stars  of  evening  glow  ; 
So  tranquil  in  the  heavens  above, 
So  restless  in  the  wave  below. 

2  Thus  heavenly  hope  is  all  serene, 

But  earthly  hope,  how  bright  so  e'er, 
Still  fluctuates  o'er  this  changing  scene, 
As  false  and  fleeting,  as  'tis  fair. 

Bp.  Heber. 


112  What  is  Prayer? 

[C.  M.]  Tune— "Balerma." 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Un uttered  or  expressed; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say — '•  Behold,  he  prays." 

J.  Montgomery. 
9* 


102  SACRED   SONGS. 

143       "  Glad  hearts  to  Thee  we  bring." 

[6s  &  4s.]  Tune— "America" 

1  Glad  hearts  to  Thee  we  bring, 
With  joy  Thy  name  we  sing, 

Father  above ! 
Creation  praises  Thee, 
On  all  around  we  see 

Tokens  of  love. 

2  Giver  of  all  our  powers ! 
Now,  in  life's  morning  hours, 

May  they  be  Thine  ! 
Pure  and  from  error  free, 
An  offering  worthy  Thee, 

Father  Divine. 


144  Humility. 

[L.  M.]  Ttjxb— "Malvern." 

1  Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay, 

Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 

O,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 

2  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found  ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

3  By  doubt  perplexed,  in  error  lost, 

With  trembling  step  he  seeks  his  way ; 
How  vain  of  wisdom's  gift  the  boast ! 
Of  reason's  lamp  how  faint  the  ray  ! 


BACHED    SONGS.  103 


4  God  of  my  life  !  Father  divine  ! 

Give  ine  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
In  modest  worth,  O,  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

Dr.  W.  Enfield. 


145  Heavenly  Father !  grant  thy  blessing. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tune— '-'Greenville."     "Sicily." 

1  Heavenly  Father  !  grant  thy  blessing 

On  the  teaching  of  this  day  ; 
That  our  hearts,  Thy  fear  possessing, 
May  from  sin  be  turned  away. 

2  Have  we  wandered  ?  O,  forgive  us ! 

Have  we  wished  from  truth  to  rove  ? 
Turn,  O,  turn  us,  and  receive  us, 
And  incline  us  truth  to  love  ! 


146  Morning  Hymn. 

[7s.]  Tune—  u  Adina?  ly  Winter. 

1  Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
Now  the  morn  of  light  is  come ; 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear  our  sight ; 
In  Thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 
May  we  labor,  watch  and  pray. 


104  SACRED   SONGS. 


3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound, 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 


147  Gratitude  and  Praise. 

[C.  M.J  Tune—"  Phillips? 

1  When  I  survey  life's  varied  scene, 

Amidst  the  darkest  hours, 
Bright  rays  of  comfort  shine  between, 
And  thorns  are  mix'd  with  flowers. 

2  This  thought  can  all  my  fear  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrow  fly ; 
No  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye. 

8  Is  blooming  health  my  happy  share  ? 
O,  may  I  bless  my  God  ! 
Thy  goodness  let  my  song  declare, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

Anon. 


SECULAR    SONGS. 


Meeting  of  School. 

[9s  &  8s.]       Air— See  Boston  S.  S.  Book,  p.  87. 

1  To  all  our  loved  circle  a  greeting  ! 

Here  joyful  and  true  we  unite  ; 
While  here  in  all  harmony  meeting, 
The  roses  of  life  shall  bloom  bright. 

2  Yet,  springeth  the  rose  bush,  Oh  !  never  ! 

Without  the  rude  thorn  on  its  bough  ; 
The  summer  breeze  stays  not  for  ever, 
For  soon  will  the  winter  wind  blow. 

3  But  Friendship  shall  drive  away  sadness, 

And  love  fill  our  bosoms  with  joy  ; 
While  singing  together  in  gladness, 
Our  happiness  none  shall  destroy. 


"  Oh,  how  Brightly." 

Tune — ,:  Swiss  Boy" 

O  !  now  brightly,  how  brightly  the  sun  moves  along, 

From  the  east  to  the  west,  through  the  sky : 
Oh  !  how  lovely,  how  lovely  the  mcon  looks  among 
All  the  stars  as  they  sparkle  on  high. 
These  glorious  lights  to  us  were  given, 
To  raise  our  thoughts  from  earth  to  heav'n  :  — 
O  !  how  brightly,  how  brightly  they  all  move  along, 
Shedding  light  o'er  the  world  from  on  high. 


106  SECULAR   SONGS. 


!  O  !  how  swiftly,  how  swiftly  the  bird  flies  away, 
To  his  home  in  the  tall  forest  tree  ; 
O,  how  sweetly,  how  sweetly  he  sings  all  the  day, 
And  is  happy  as  happy  can  be  ! 
'Tis  thus  he  tells  of  favors  given. 
And  while  he  sings,  he  soars  to  heav'n  :  — 
Oh !  how  sweetly,  how  sweetly  he  sings  all  the  day, 
In  his  nest  on  the  tall  forest  tree. 

And  the  roses,  the  roses  and  lilies  so  fair, 

Which  we  pluck  from  the  green  fields  in  May, 
Fill  with  fragrance,  with  fragrance,  the  fresh  morn- 
ing air, 
And  to  us  as  they  bloom,  seem  to  say, 
By  whom  their  sweet  perfume  was  given, 
And  thus  they  send  it  back  to  heav'n :  — 
O !  the  roses,  the  roses,  and  lilies  so  fair, 
Fill  the  air,  fill  the  air,  all  the  day. 


3  Pity's  Tear. 

[8s  &  7s.]  Tune— "Mount  Vernon.11 

1  Softly  beam  the  dews  of  morning 

On  each  graceful,  budding  stem  : 
Bich  as  orient  pearls  adorning 
Persia's  proudest  diadem. 

2  Brightly  in  the  dome  of  heaven 

Shine  the  stars  with  golden  crest : 
Smiling  'mid  the  blue  of  even, 
On  the  ocean's  mirrored  breast. 

3  But  more  soft,  more  brightly  beaming 

Is  the  pearl-drop  mild  and  meek, 
In  love's  hallowed  radiance  gleaming  — 
Pity's  tear  on  Beauty's  cheek. 


SFXULAR    SONGS. 


[  Those  Evening  Bells. 

Tuxe —  See  Kingsley's  S.  Choirs  vol.  ii,  p.  20. 

1  Those  evening  bells  —  those  evening  bells  — 
How  many  a  tale  their  music  tells 

Of  youth,  and  home,  and  native  clime, 
"When  I  last  heard  their  soothing  chime. 

2  Those  pleasant  hours  have  passed  away, 
And  many  a  heart  that  then  was  gay, 
"Within  the  tomb  now  darkly  dwells, 
And  hears  no  more  those  evening  bells. 

3  And  so  'twill  be  when  I  am  gone  : 
That  tuneful  peal  will  still  ring  on, 
"When  other  bards  shall  walk  those  dells, 
And  sing  your  praise,  sweet  evening  bells. 

T.  Moore. 

i  Lang  Syne  at  School. 

Air — c:  Auld  Lang  Syne'* 

1  Shall  school  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  never  brought  to  mind  ? 

Shall  school  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  of  auld  lang  syne  ? 

For  auld  lang  syne  at  school, 

For  auld  lang  syne, 
We'll  have  a  thought  of  kindness  yet, 
For  auld  lang  syne. 

2  We  oft  have  run  about  the  fields, 
And  culled  the  flowers  so  fine  ; 

We'll  ne'er  forget  these  hours,  when  they 
Are  auld  lang  syne. 

For  auld  lang  syne,  etc. 


108  SECULAR   SONGS. 

3  We  oft  have  cheered  each  other's  task, 
From  morn  till  day's  decline  ; 

But  memory's  night  shall  never  rest 
On  auld  lang  syne, 

For  auld  lang  syne,  etc. 

4  Then  take  the  hand  that  now  is  warm, 
Within  a  hand  of  thine  ; 

No  distant  day  shall  loose  the  grasp, 
Of  auld  lang  syne. 

For  auld  lang  syne,  etc. 


6  Temperance  Hymn. 

[12s  &  11  s.J         Ant— "  Tfie  Old  Oaken  Bucket:' 

1  How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  child- 

hood, 
When  fond  recollection  presents  to  my  view 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep-tangled  wild- 
wood, 
And  every  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew ; 
The  wide-spreading  pond,  and  the  mill  which  stood 
near  it ; 
The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell, 
The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy-house  nigh  it, 

And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well — 
The  old  oaken  bucket — the  iron-bound  bucket — 
The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 

2  That  moss-covered  bucket  I  hail  as  a  treasure  ; 

For  often  at  noon  when  return'd  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure, 

The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  could  yield. 
How  ardent  I  seized  it  with  hands  that  were  glow- 
ing, 

And  quick  to  the  white-pebbled  bottom  it  fell, 


SECULAR    SONGS.  109 


And  soon  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing, 

And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well, 
The  old  oaken  bucket — the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-cover"d  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

3  How  sweet  from  the  green  mossy  brim  to  receive  it. 

As  pois'd  on  the  curb,  it  inclined  to  my  lips ; 
Not  a  full-blushing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it, 

Tho'  fill'd  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips  ; 
And  now  far  remov'd  from  the  lov'd  situation, 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 
As  fancy  revisits  my  father's  plantation, 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well, 
The  old  oaken  bucket — the  iron-bound  bucket — 
The  moss-cover'd  bucket,  which  hangs  in  his  well. 

S.  Wood  worth. 


Pleasant  Words. 

Air— "  Woodstock:' 

1  A  little  word  in  kindness  spoken, 

A  motion  or  a  tear, 
Has  often  healed  the  heart  that's  broken, 
And  made  a  friend  sincere. 

2  A  word — a  look — has  crush'd  to  earth, 

Full  many  a  budding  flower, 
Which  had  a  smile  but  owned  its  birth, 
Would  bless  life's  darkest  hour. 

3  Then  deem  it  not  an  idle  thing, 

A  pleasant  word  to  speak  ; 
The  face  you  wear,  the  thoughts  you  bring, 
A  heart  may  heal  or  break. 

D.  C.  COLESWORTIIY. 

1 0  ^ 

I .  ■  J 


110  SECULAR    SONGS. 


>  Silver  Lake. 

Air — "  Silver  Lake" 

Vide  Nason's  li  Vocal  Class  Book,"  p.  78. 

1  On  thy  fair  bosom,  silver  lake  ! 

The  wild  swan  spreads  his  snowy  sail, 
And  round  his  breast  the  ripples  break, 
As  down  he  bears  before  the  gale. 

2  On  thy  fair  bosom,  waveless  stream  ! 

The  dipping  paddle  echoes  far, 
And  flashes  in  the  moonlight  gleam, 
And  bright  reflects  the  polar  star. 

3  The  waves  along  thy  pebbly  shore, 

As  blows  the  north  wind,  heave  their  foam, 
And  curl  around  the  dashing  oar, 
As  late  the  boatman  hies  him  home. 

4  How  sweet,  at  set  of  sun,  to  view 

Thy  golden  mirror,  spreading  wide, 
And  see  the  mist  of  mantling  blue 

Float  round  the  distant  mountain's  side. 

£   On  thy  fair  bosom,  silver  lake  ! 
0 !  I  could  ever  sweep  the  oar, 
When  early  birds  at  morning  wake, 
And  evening  tells  us  toil  is  o'er. 

Dr.  James  G.  Percival. 


The  Mating  of  M  Wet 


[12S.J  Air  —  "Araby's  Daughter" 

1  There  is  not  in  this  wide  world  a  valley  so  sweet, 
As  -the  vale  in  whose  bosom  the  bright  waters  meet; 


SECULAR    SONGS.  Ill 

O  the  last  ray  of  feeling  and  life  must  depart, 

Ere  the  bloom  of  that  valley  shall  fade  from  my 

heart : 
Yet  it  was  not  that  nature  had  shed  o'er  the  scene 
Her  purest  of  crystal  and  brightest  of  green, — 
'Twas  not  the  soft  magic  of  streamlet  or  hill, 
Oh  no  !  it  was  something  more  exquisite  still : 

2  'T  was  the  friends,  the  beloved  of  my  bosom  were 
near, 

Who  made  each  dear  scene  of  enchantment  more 
dear  ; 

And  who  felt  how  the  blest  charms  of  nature  im- 
prove, 

When  we  see  them  reflected  from  looks  that  we 
love ; 

Sweet  vale  of  Ovoca  !  how  calm  could  I  rest 

In  thy  bosom  of  shade  with  the  friends  I  love  best. 

Where  the  storms  which  we  feel  in  this  cold  world 
shall  ceas 

And  our  hearts  like  thy  waters  be  mingled  in  peace. 

T.  Moore. 


I  f 

10  He  Singers'  Invitation. 

Tune— -Vocal  Class  Book:' p.  80. 

1       Come,  come,  come, 

Silver  lay, 

Measure  gay, 
Chasing  every  care  away  ; 

Voices  free, 

Joyously, 
Swell  in  harmony  ; 
Every  eye  is  beaming  bright, 
Every  heart  is  leaping  light ; 


^±2  SECULAR   SONGS. 

Happy  throng, 

Quickly  join 

In  the  merry  song. 

a       Come,  come,  come, 

Not  a  tear, 

Not  a  fear, 
Ever  mars  our  pleasure  here  ; 

Sweet  the  strain, 

Wakes  again, 

Soothing  every  pain ; 
Lively  notes  our  tongues  employ, 
All  united  know  the  joy ; 

Hearts  rebound, 

To  the  sound, 
Floating  all  around. 

E.  Nason. 


11  "Hail  Columbia." 

Tune— See  the  "OdeonP 

1  Hail,  Columbia,  happy  land ! 
Hail,  ye  heroes,  heaven-horn  band, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause ; 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause, 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 
Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won  : 
Let  Independence  be  your  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost ; 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize  ; 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies ! 

CHORUS. 

Firm,  united,  let  us  be, 
Rallying  round  our  Liberty  ; 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  plenty  we  shall  find. 


SECULAR    SONGS.  113 


2  Sound,  sound  the  trump  of  fame! 
Let  George  Washington's  great  name 
Ring  through  the  world  with  loud  applause  ; 
Ring  through  the  world  with  loud  applause  ! 
Let  every  clime  to  freedom  dear, 
Listen  with  a  joyful  ear. 
With  equal  skill,  with  steady  power, 
He  governs  in  the  fearful  hour 
Of  horrid  war,  or  guides  with  ease, 
The  happier  time  of  honest  peace. 

CHORUS. 

Firm,  united,  let  us  be. 
Rallying  round  our  Liberty  : 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  plenty  we  shall  find. 


12  Be  Kind. 

1  Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  when  thou  wert  young. 

Who  loved  thee  so  fondly  as  he  ? 
He  caught  the  first  accents  that  fell  from  thy  tongue, 
And  joined  in  thy  innocent  glee. 

2  Be  kind  to  thy  mother,  for  lo  !  on  her  brow, 

May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen ; 
0  well  mayst  thou  cherish  and  comfort  her  now, 
For  loving  and  kind  hath  she  been. 

3  Be  kind  to  thy  brother,  his  heart  will  have  dearth, 

If  the  smile  of  thy  love  be  withdrawn  ; 
The  flowers  of  feeling  will  fade  at  their  birth, 
If  the  dews  of  affection  be  gone. 

4  Be  kind  to  thy  sister,  not  many  may  know 

The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love ; 
The  wealth  of  the  ocean,  lies  fathoms  below 
The  surface  that  sparkles  above. 
10* 


114  SECULAR   SONGS. 


5  Be  kind  to  thy  teachers,  the  burden  they  bear, 

Their  spirits  are  wearing  away  ; 
No  price  for  their  labor  so  precious  appears, 
As  the  kindness  they  meet  day  by  day. 

6  Be  kind  to  thy  school-mates,  not  long  canst  thou  be 

With  school-mates  to  study  or  play  ; 
Thy  kindness  will  make  thee  more  happy  and  free, 
When  school  pleasures  vanish  away. 


13  "Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night." 

Tune — See  "Juvenile  Choir,"  p.  72. 

1  Oft  in  the  stilly  night, 

Ere  slumber's  chain  has  bound  me, 
Fond  memory  brings  the  light 

Of  other  days  around  me. 
The  smiles  and  tears  of  boyhood's  years, 

The  words  of  love  then  spoken, 
The  eyes  that  shone,  now  dimmed  and  gone, 

The  cheerful  hearts  now  broken. 
Thus  in  the  stilly  night, 

Ere  slumber's  chain  has  bound  me, 
Sad  memory  brings  the  light 

Of  other  days  around  me. 

2  When  I  remember  all 

The  friends  so  linked  together, 
I  've  seen  around  me  fall, 

Like  leaves  in  wintry  weather, 
I  feel  like  one  who  treads  alone 

Some  banquet  hall  deserted, 
Whose  lights  are  fled,  whose  garlands  dead, 

And  all  but  he  departed. 


SECULAR    SONGS.  115 


Thus  in  the  stilly  night, 

Ere  slumber's  chain  has  bound  me, 
Sad  memory  brings  the  light 

Of  other  days  around  me. 

T.  Moore. 


1 4  Morning. 

TuhB* — See  Bakers  -'School  Music  Boole" p.  94. 

Xight,  shade  no  longer 
Nature  entrances ; 
Darkness  retiring 

Hastens  away. 
Beaming  with  brightness 
Morning  advances ; 
Smiling  "with  pleasure, 

Welcomes  the  dav. 


15  The  Evening  Bell. 

Air — See  ''Song  Booh  of  the  S.  Room"  p.  54. 

1  Hark  !  the  pealing, 
Softly  stealing 

Evening  bell 
Sweetly  echoes 

Down  the  dell. 


♦This  beautiful  strain  of  muM<M^  from  i;  Moise  in  Egitto  n  by 
Rossini.     The  'words  are  a  free  translation  of  the  following  stanza. 
u  La  dolec  aurora 
Che  il  ciel  colora, 
Promette  uu  giorno 
Piu  bello  ancor." 


116  SECULAR  SONGS. 


2  Welcome,  welcome 
Is  thy  music, 

Silvery  bell, 
Sweetly  telling 
Day's  farewell. 

3  Day  is  sleeping, 
Flowers  are  weeping 

Tears  of  dew ; 
Stars  are  peeping 
Ever  true. 

4  Grove  and  mountain, 
Field  and  fountain, 

Faintly  gleam 
In  the  ruddy 
Sunset  beam. 

5  Happy  hour, 
May  thy  power 

Fill  my  breast, 

Each  wild  passion 

Soothe  to  rest. 


16  Winter. 

Tune — "  Cfacovienne" 

SOLO. 

1  O'er  frost  and  snow,  a  weary  way, 
I  come  my  tribute  here  to  pay ; 
To  mingle  in  the  joyous  throng, 
And  lengthen  out  the  merry  song. 

CHORUS. 

2  We  bid  thee  welcome,  gentle  maid, 
In  robes  of  fur,  so  rich  arrayed, 


SECULAR    &OXG8.  117 

Our  hearts  in  love  around  thee  cling, 
Exulting  in  the  joys  you  bring. 


3  From  icy  caves  and  regions  drear, 
From  crystal  grottoes,  cold  and  clear, 
I've  gathered  many  a  radiant  gem, 
To  glitter  on  this  diadem. 

CHORUS. 

4  Through  many  a  clear  and  happy  day, 
O'er  earth  and  sea  shalt  thou  bear  sway 
And  we  our  voices  glad  will  raise 

To  swell  the  chorus  of  thy  praise. 


17  Summer. 

Air — See  Bakers  "School  Jlusic  Book"  p.  134. 

1  Summer  is  breathing 

Sweets  on  the  gale  ; 
Roses  are  blooming 

Fresh  in  our  vale ; 
The  sunbeams  are  playing 

O'er  the  blue  sea; 
Bright  as  the  glances 

Thine  eye  gave  me. 

2  Yet  I  must  leave  thee, 

Weeping,  alone  ; 
None  to  watch  o'er  thee, 

When  I  am  gone. 
And  long  ere  to-morrow, 

Away  Bhall  I  be, 
Friendless,  forsaken, 

Far,  love,  from  thee. 

An  ox. 


118  SECULAR   SONGS. 


18  Autumn. 

Tune— See  "Vocal  Class  Book?  p.  86. 
SOLO. 

1  I  come  from  woodlands,  roaming 

O'er  the  fields  at  early  morn  ; 

Where  the  harvesters  are  binding 

Their  golden  sheaves  of  corn. 

CHORUS. 

2  Welcome,  dear,  delightful  stranger, 

Leading  plenty  in  thy  train  ; 

Long  in  distant  climes  a  ranger, 

Come  and  smile  on  us  again. 

SOLO. 

3  I  come  from  vineyards  gleaming, 

With  the  purple  of  the  vine  ; 

From  the  forest  brightly  beaming 

With^  the  tints  of  its  decline. 

CHORUS. 

4  In  thy  beauteous  robes  revealing, 

Nature's  bountiful  domain, 
While  the  grateful  tear  is  stealing, 


Reassume  thy  gentle  reign. 


19  Bird  of  the  Greenwood. 

Tune — See  Nason's  "  Vocal  Class  Book?  p.  136. 

1  Bird  of  the  greenwood, 
O  why  art  thou  here  ? 
Leaves  dance  not  o'er  thee, 
Flowers  bloom  not  near  : 


SECULAR   SONGS.  119 

All  thy  sweet  waters 

Far  hence  are  at  play ; 
Bird  of  the  greenwood, 

Away,  away. 

2  Midst  the  wild  billows, 

Thy  place  must  not  be ; 
But  midst  the  wavings 

Of  wild  rose  and  tree. 
How  shouldst  thou  battle 

With  storm  and  with  spray  ? 
Bird  of  the  greenwood, 

Away,  away. 

3  Or  art  thou  seeking 

Some  brighter  land, 
Where  by  the  south  wind, 

Vine  leaves  are  fanned  ? 
Midst  the  wild  billows, 

Why  then  delay? 
Bird  of  the  greenwood, 

Away,  away. 

4  Chide  not  my  lingering 

When  waves  are  dark  ; 
A  hand  that  hath  nursed  me 

Is  in  the  bark  ; 
A  heart  that  has  cherished 

Through  winter's  day ; 
So  I  turn  from  the  greenwood 

Away,  away. 


20  "  Come  with  thy  Lute." 

Air — See  Baker's  "School  Music  Book" p.  128. 

1  Come  with  thy  lute  to  the  fountain, 
Sing  me  a  song  of  the  mountain, 


120  SECULAR   SONGS. 


Sing  of  the  happy  and  free ; 
Where,  while  the  ray  is  declining, 
While  its  last  roses  are  shining, 
Sweet  shall  our  melodies  be 
Under  the  broad  Linden  tree. 

2  Come  where  the  zephyrs  are  straying, 
Where  mid  the  flower-buds  playing, 
Rambles  the  blithe  summer  bee. 
Let  the  lone  churl  in  his  sorrow, 
He  who  despairs  of  the  morrow, 
Far  to  his  solitude  flee, 
Under  the  dark  cypress  tree. 


21  "List,  'tis  Music  Stealing." 

Tune— See  "Vocal  Class  Book," p.  84 

1  List,  'tis  music  stealing 

Over  the  rippling  sea ; 
Bright  yon  moon  is  beaming 

Over  each  tower  and  tree. 
The  waves  seem  listening  to  the  so 

As  silently  they  flow, 
O'er  coral  groves  and  fairy  ground, 

And  sparkling  caves  below. 

2  Music  sounds  the  sweetest, 

When  on  the  moonlit  sea ; 
We  sail  our  bark  the  fleetest, 

To  a  sweet  melody. 
Then  as  we're  gently  sailing, 

We'll  sing  that  plaintive  strain, 
Which  memory  makes  endearing, 

And  home  recalls  again. 
List  to  the  convent  bells. 


SECULAR    SONGS.  121 

22        "When  the  day  with  rosy  light." 

Tune— See  ';  Song  Book  of  the  S.  Room,"  p.  118. 

1  When  the  day  with  rosy  light, 

In  the  morning  glad  appears, 
And  the  dusky  shades  of  night, 

Melt  away  in  dewy  tears, 
Up  the  sunny  hills  I  roam, 

Bid  good-morrow  to  the  flowers, 
Waken  in  their  highland  home, 

The  minstrels  of  the  bowers. 

2  0  !  'tis  sweet  at  early  day, 

Then  to  climb  the  mountain's  side, 
Where  the  merry  songsters'  lay, 

Sweetly  echoes  far  and  wide  : 
Noon  may  have  its  sunny  glare, 

Eve,  its  twilight  and  its  dew, 
Night,  its  soft  and  cooling  air ; 

But  give  me  morning  blue. 


23  Kindness.* 

Tune— '"Balerma." 

1  Speak  kindly  to  thy  fellow-man, 

Lest  he  should  die,  while  yet 

Thy  bitter  accents  wring  his  heart, 

And  make  his  pale  cheek  wet. 

2  Speak  to  him  tenderly  ;  for  he 

Hath  many  toils  to  bear ; 

And  he  is  weak  and  often  sighs 

As  thou  dost,  under  care. 

3  Speak  to  him  lovingly;  he  is 

A  brother  of  thine  own  ; 

*  "  In  her  tongue  is  the  law  of  kindness. -r    Pror.  xxi.  26. 
11 


122  DOXOLOGIES. 

He  well  may  claim  thy  sympathies, 
Who's  bone  of  thine  own  bone. 

4  Speak  to  him  faithfully ;  thy  word 
May  touch  him  deep  within ; 
And  save  his  erring  soul  from  death, 
And  cover  o'er  his  sin. 

Anon. 


148  Doxology. 

[L.  M.]  Tune--"  Old  Hundred:' 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truths  attend  Thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise,  and  set  no  more. 


149  Worship. 

[L.  M.J  Tune— "  Old  Hundred:1 

Be  Thou,  O  God,  exalted  high, 
And  as  Thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  Thou  art  here  as  there  obeyed. 


INDEX  TO  SACRED  SOXGS. 


*• 


All  hail !  the  great  Immanuel's  name, 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current 
Arrayed  in  clouds  of  golden  light, 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  Sun, 
As  every  day  Thy  mercy  spares, 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay, 
Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that 
Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
Behold  the  western  evening  light, 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
Before  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
Be  Thou,  0  God!  by  night,'  by  day, 
Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our 'head, 
Be  Thou,  0  God,  exlated  high, 
Clime,  beneath  whose  genial  sun. 
Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you 
Come  tb  the  sunset  tree, 
Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play, 
Ere  falls  the  stealing  step  of  dawn, 
Father  of  mercies,  when  the  day  is 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 
Father !  Thy  paternal  care 
Far  from  these  scenes  of  night, 
Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 
Fur,  far.  o'er  hill  and  dell, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 
Faintly,  as  tolls  the  evening  chime, 
Forgive  thy  foes, 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Gently  glides  the  stream  of  life, 
Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us, 
Glad  hearts  to  Thee  we  bring, 
God  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
God  bless  our  native  land, 
Go,  when  the  morning  shineth, 
God  of  the  morning, 
Great  God,  we  sing, 
Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 
Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 


ft* 

123 

Barlow. 

7 

Moore. 

44 

Ktnn. 

62 

Ch.  Psalmist. 

86 

0  yihie. 

7 

of  the  Psalms. 

65 

Peabody. 

/  7 
17 

Ether. 

18 

ffeber. 

33 

Anon. 

37 

89 

ffeber. 

101 

149 

132 

Anon. 

20 

Eemans. 

79 

a 

93 

96 

99 

Steele. 

34 

Boicring. 
Steele. 

1 

103 

J.   Taylor. 

23 

54 

ffeber. 

76 

Moore. 

118 

ff.  Knowles, 

63 

Watts. 

148 

22 

72 

143 

ffeber. 

88 

Cowper. 

107 

52 

41 

130 

Rippon's  Col. 

135 

Scott. 

46 

Cawood. 

95 

124 


INDEX  TO  SACKED  SONGS. 


Hark !  the  vesper  hymn  is  stealing,  Moore. 

Heavenly  Father,  grant  Thy  blessing, 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  Barbauld. 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray,  Mrs,  Fallen. 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight,  Swain. 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies !  Ck.  Psalmody. 

How  cheering  the  thought,  Cunningham. 

How  fine  has  the  day  been,  how  bright  Watts. 

How  precious  is  the  book, 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid,  Hawhesworth. 

If  solid  happiness  we  prize,  Cotton. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  Mulilenburg. 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,  Mrs,  Brawn. 

I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God,  Watts. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,  Cowper. 

Lauded  be  Thy  name  for  ever, 

Like  a  dream  when  one  awaketh,  Mrs.  Dana. 

Lo!  the  heavens  are  breaking,  Anon. 

Lo!  the  blithesome  lark  is  soaring, 

Lord,  lead  my  heart  to  learn, 

Love  God  with  all  your  soul, 

Let  us  love  one  another, 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind, 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 

My  soul  were  dark, 

Now  condescend, 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 

0,  happy  is  the  man  who  hears, 

0,  joy  to  thee,  joy  to  thee,  daughter, 

0  Thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds, 

0  Pilot,  'tis  a  fearful  night, 

0,  blest  art  thou,  whose  steps  may  rove, 

Once  more  to  Thee,  0  God  of  love, 

Our  Father  in  heaven, 

0,  Thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens, 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan, 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Reflected  on  the  lake  I  love, 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Soft,  soft  music  is  stealing, 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day, 

See  how,  beneath  the  moon-beam's  smile, 

So  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, 


Sigourn 


Milton. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

Croswell. 


Mrs.  Dana. 
Johnson. 
Bayley. 

S.  J.  Bale. 

Edmeston. 

Dublin  Col. 


Ileber. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

Mrs.  Dana. 

Epis.  Col. 

Moore. 

Steele. 


119 
145 

50 

61 

74 

83 

28 

12 

127 

26 

42 

55 

59 

136 

97 

113 

31 

15 

67 

87 

134 

90 

140 

91 

27 

120 

131 

146 

133 

38 

56 

82 

10 

115 

116 

139 

5 

122 

142 

141 

30 

35 

36 

47 

49 


INDEX  TO  SACRED  SONGS. 


12W 


Sleep  forsakes  us,  may  the  soul, 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise, 

See  the  gleams  of  daylight  swim, 

Safely  through  another  week, 

Sweet  is  the  "scene,  when 

Sweet  is  the  last,  the  parting  ray. 

Sweet  day  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

Suppliant,  lo,  thy  children  bend, 

Shepherd  of  thy  "little  flock, 

There  is  a  calm, 

There  is  a  pure,  a  peaceful  wave, 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skie-, 

There's  nothing  bright  above,  below, 

The  sunset  is  calm  on  the  face  of  the  deep, 

Time  is  winging  us  away, 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace, 

Traveller,  dost  thou  hear  the  tidings, 

The  humblest  flower  that  decks  the  vale, 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall 

The  gifts  indulgent  heaven  bestows, 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 

The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding, 

There  is  a  mild  and  tranquil  light. 

Thy  will  be  done, 

The  day  is  past  and  gone. 

The  rose  that  blooms  in  Sharon's  vale, 

The  spacious  firmament  on  hi 

The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 

Time  speeds  away — away — away, 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Cedron,  by  thy  silver 

The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  riding. 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  17.  1J, 

The  scene  was  more  beautiful 

There  is  a  place  of  wavele-s  rest. 

The  sky-lark,  when  the  dews  of  morn, 

Tell  me,  wanderer,  wildly  roving, 

The  gloom  of  the  night  adds  a  charm, 

The  winter  is  over  and  gone, 

There  is  a  happy  land, 

To  thee,  0  God,  in  grateful  praise, 

Vale  of  the  Cross,  the  Shepherds  tell, 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

When  twilight's  gray  and  pensive  hour, 

When  through  the  torn  sait 


Pratt's  Col. 

Ch    Psalmist. 
Mrs.  Bavbauld. 


Herbert 

Home. 
Grey. 


Anon. 
Moore, 

Moore. 

Burton. 
Tappan. 

TVoodhulL 


A.  Ople. 
Watts. 

Flushing  Institute. 


Addison. 
Cowper. 

Add  t  son. 
Knox. 

8m  ith . 

Tappan. 

Moore. 

Turnbuli. 

He  mans. 

Ford. 

Hawes. 

Anon. 

Roscoe. 

Bowring. 

He  mans. 

Heber. 


51 
53 

7  5 

SO 
92 

100 
13 

114 

1-37 

124 

19 

21 

25 

29 

43 

45 

57 

60 

8 

9 

11 

64 


128 

126 

70 

94 

98 

102 

105 

71 

73 

78 

85 

106 

108 

109 

110 

111 

129 

138 

58 

14 

16 

121 


126 


INDEX  TO  SECULAR  SONGS. 


When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray, 
When  the  orb  of  morn  enlightens, 
While  nature  welcomes  in  the  day, 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 
While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun, 
While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  power, 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
We  love  Thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 
What  secret" hand, 
When  I  survey  life's  varied  scene, 
Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay 
Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join. 
Ye  Christian  heralds,  go  proclaim, 


Ve  elder. 

112 

Frisbie. 

3 

24 

'  White. 

82 

Mrs.  Gilbert. 

39 

Newton. 

40 

Williams. 

69 

Watts. 

81 

84 

PraiVs  Col. 

104 

125 

147 

144 

Watts. 

4 

PratVs  Col, 

48 

INDEX  TO  SECULAR  SONGS, 


A  little  word  in  kindness  spoken,  7 

Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  when  thou  wert  young  12 

Bird  of  the  greenwood  19 

Come  with  thy  lute  to  the  fountain  20 

Hail,  Columbia,  happy  land,  11 

Hark !  the  pealing                                                   _  15 
How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood         6 

I  come  from  woodlands  roaming  18 

List!  His  music  stealing  21 

Night,  shade  no  longer  14 

0,  how  brightly,  how  brightly  2 

O'er  frost  and  snow,  a  weary  way  16 

Oft  in  the  stilly  night  13 

#On  thy  fair  bosom,  silver  lake  8 

Shall  school  acquaintance  be  forgot  5 

Softly  beam  the  dews  of  morning  3 

Speak  kindly  to  thy  fellow  man  23 

Summer  is  breathing  17 

Come,  come,  come  10 

There  is  not  in  this  wide  world  a  valley  9 

Those  evening  bells — those  evening  bells  4 

To  all  our  loved  circle  a  greeting  1 

When  the  day  with  rosy  light  22 


